Supremely Frightful Would Be The Effect Of

Evil Thenceforth Became My Good.

And The Violet Lay Dead While The Odour Flew On The Wings Of The Wind O'er The Waters Blue.

One Man's Life Or Death Were But A Small Price To Pay For The Acquirement Of The Knowledge Which I Sought

...once I Falsely Hoped To Meet The Beings Who, Pardoning My Outward Form, Would Love Me For The Excellent Qualities Which I Was Capable Of Unfolding.

The Agony Of My Feelings Allowed Me No Respite; No Incident Occurred From Which My Rage And Misery Could Not Extract Its Food.