I thought I had outlived my desire for revenge, but it grew again at the sight of a punishment which was so much more subtle than anything I could have planned.

Death would have put his restless soul to sleep, granted him eternal respite.

The sufferings of the spirit were a living torment.

His was a strange case.

His lifelong pursuit of a single idea, his restricted consciousness of one image, had made him morbid, lonely, introspective.
And so the past had revisited him, darkening and disquieting his mind.