Percy: what is this feeling, so sudden and new?
Octavian: i felt the moment, i laid eyes on you
Percy: my pulse is rushing
Octavian: my head is reeling
Percy: my face is flushing?!
Both: oh, what is this feeling, fervid as a flame, does it have a name? yes . . .
Both: loathing. unadulterated loathing.