"We are such stuff as dreams are made on...", as much as you would serve in the place of Prospero you find yourself also in that of Caliban, or near enough. If you show as prosperous you can mask for a time your insatiable envy. You are the emptiness of what others possess and you hate them for it, although you can't make up your mind whether this is because what they have is rightfully yours having been stolen from you through an immemorial crime, or whether it is because you are so different in nature from them, so inferior in being, that you could only ever possess in fantasy what is freely theirs to dispose. And if you insist on the former since it justifies a certain compensatory indignation, this is also because you can find no reason to doubt the latter, which is by far the worse of the two since it offers no hope of redemption. Either alternative, however, has its own unique flavour of hate. You remain aloof and separate to conceal this envy from others, and also from yourself the better to keep it from the sight of others. This shame is not at the infringement of moral law but out of fear of punishment, of the revenge of the more powerful. And so you also seek occasions, and allies of convenience, and pretexts of deniability, so that you can secretly act it out, to relieve the pressure of aggressivity, which is sometimes intolerable, as it confines you in the ever-narrower cave of yourself. You are scared also of this envy passing over to those others on whom you depend, either to plot their destruction, or worse so that they become envious in turn in which case they are at risk of self-destruction from the sheer intensity of the passion - which you perhaps are uniquely capable of withstanding. To envy, shame at envy and ways of concealing envy from others and yourself we must also add self-pity as a member of the same family of passions. Despite its reflexive name this is not a self-sufficient or narcissistic emotion, it requires a second person. It is not that you pity yourself but that you imagine how pitiable you ought to appear in the eyes of another, in the eyes of the envied other. How you ought to appear, but don't. They fail to pity you, they are oblivious to your suffering, and this gives you a further justification for your loathing of them which is more acceptable than seeing it as a direct consequence of your envy, and hence its exposure.