My Countrymen Have Commissioned A Bust Of

There Is Always Something Missing That Torments Me.

My Countrymen Have Commissioned A Bust Of The Republic. It Will Be Placed On The Fountain Of My Native Town.

I Am In No Mood To Be Deceived Any Longer By The Crafty Devil And False Character Whose Greatest Pleasure Is To Take Advantage Of Everyone.

I Am Scared; I Don't Know What Is Going To Happen To Me. What Was The Point Of Working So Hard And Of Being Talented, To Be Rewarded Like This? Never A Penny, Tormented All My Life. It Is Horrible; One Cannot Imagine It.

Madhouses Are Houses Made On Purpose To Cause Suffering . . . I Cannot Stand Any Longer The Screams Of These Creatures.