Chapter 18

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​​‌​⁠A wretched month follows—a month of miserable misery—misery, that is, that springs from no God-sent misfortune; that has none of that fateful greatness to which we bow our heads, stooping meekly before the storm of the inevitable; but a misery that is paltry and reasonless—one of those miseries that we ourselves spin out of the web of our own spoilt lives. It seems such a folly and a shame to be m