It is all a phantasmagoria to me--with no more meaning than a nightmare.

She is dead--I know that--but beyond that, all is doubt--confusion--what the world and all its passing show is to a blind man.

I can neither understand nor explain." VI COMMENTS AND REFLECTIONS There is no agony and no solace left; Earth can console, Heaven can torment, no more _Prometheus Unbound_ The coroner's intent look which had more or less sustained me through this ordeal, remained fixed upon my face as though he were still anxious to see me exonerate myself.

How much did he know?
That was the question.
_How much did he know_?
Having no means of telling, I was forced to keep silent.

I had revealed all I dared to.