How is it possible that the Moor chose Cassio over me? I have endured hardship after hardship, battle after battle, and yet he deems me unfit to serve as his lieutenant! I have never complained and have stood by Othello all these years. The Venetians adore him, their valiant and victorious general. I know I can serve him better than any other soldier. Instead that unfortunate Cassius, that unfortunate fool who has never seen battle, war, or bloodshed, that unfortunate fool was chosen instead of me. Here I am, a veteran, and Othello doesn't see me. I am loyal, stubborn and hard-working. Othello needs a hound in battle, a man who charges and dies for him. That arithmetic is of no use to him; Cassius only read about the war in books. How could Othello think him worthy? Yet I'm not entirely surprised. Officers are promoted for their charisma, hand-picked for their charm, and it will always be men like me who are passed over. That weak Cassio is not what Othello deserves. But it doesn't matter. That ship has sailed. I will have my sweet revenge soon enough. Othello may be brave, but courage is no match for cunning. I'll just have to wait for my chance, and in the meantime attend to the urgent matters of the Turkish fleet. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get an original essay Waiting on the shores of Cyprus is a waste of time. My wife is too talkative for my taste. If Emilia would only kiss me as quickly and confidently as she whips me, she would be a lovely woman indeed. But alas, all women are the same. They lounge around, too weak and pitiful to get any kind of work done, and spend all their energy in the bedroom. I suppose this is the role of women; they are here to please us men. Although some are too ugly to even do that! I find it absurd that Desdemona fell in love with Othello. A gorgeous white woman of high birth like her, marrying a black man, of all people. But enough of this! Looks like my chance has come. As for my plan, Cassio will be an easy target, and his flirtatious nature will be to my advantage. He takes Desdemona's hand so gently and easily now, but after I'm through with him he'll wish he'd never met her. Poor Roderigo! It will torture him when I tell him that Cassio and Desdemona held hands. Since Roderigo has more money than brains, he is certain to fall out with Cassio later. I just need to bring Othello some evidence to plant the seeds of doubt in his mind, and these people are nothing more than puppets under my control. I never expected my wife to bring me exactly what I needed! My Emilia has finally done something useful! Now with Desdemona's handkerchief it will be easy to accuse her of infidelity. Having planted this evidence in Cassio's room, I know that Othello will go mad with rage. In fact, seeing Othello so shocked is quite funny. Tortured, he vows to take revenge on Cassio and the pitiful Desdemona. And the best thing is that I was commissioned as a lieutenant! Life has never been better! It was almost too easy. Now I have to go help him in his revenge. For such a perceptive general in war, Othello is completely blind to my plans. It's so easy to fool him! Just the slightest suggestion takes him to the limit of supposition. I don't have to do almost any work. It's absolutely shocking how weak Othello is now! Although I suppose it's impossible to be wise and in love at the same time. The stress of this must drive Othello mad. He had his second seizure in two days. As.