Chapter 25: August

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​⁠Must it ever be thus,—that the source of our happiness must also be the fountain of our misery? The full and ardent sentiment which animated my heart with the love of nature, overwhelming me with a torrent of delight, and which brought all paradise before me, has now become an insupportable torment, a demon which perpetually pursues and harasses me. When in bygone days I gazed from these rocks upo