Enough that they absolutely govern me--they drive me over land and sea at their own horrible will; they are in me, and torturing me, at this moment! Why don't I resist them?
Ha! but I do resist them.

I am trying (with the help of the good punch) to resist them now.

At intervals I cultivate the difficult virtue of common sense.

Sometimes, sound sense makes a hopeful woman of me.

At one time, I had the hope that what seemed reality to me was only mad delusion, after all--I even asked the question of an English doctor! At other times, other sensible doubts of myself beset me.