I had such need of something else.

In fact, I did not know my own name any more.
"One day, I remember (although I am not wicked) I had a happy dream that my husband was dead, my poor husband who had done nothing to me, and that I was free, free, as large as the world! "It could not last.

I couldn't go on forever hating monotony so much.
Oh, that emptiness, that monotony! Of all the gloomy things in the world monotony is the darkest, the gloomiest.

In comparison night is day.
"Religion?
It is not with religion that we fill the emptiness of our days, it is with our own life.

It was not with beliefs, with ideas that I had to struggle, it was with myself.
"Then I found the remedy!" She almost cried, hoarsely, ecstatically: "Sin, sin! To rid myself of boredom by committing a crime, to break up monotony by deceiving.