My opinion of you is a naked, uncompromising fact I cannot drape it or adorn it, or even throw around it a mist of charity.

It is unalterably there, and in any future intercourse with you, such intercourse as we have had in the past, I should only dash myself forever against it.

I do not clearly see upon what level you accepted me in the beginning, but I am absolutely firm in my belief that it was not such as I would have tolerated if I had known.

To-day at all events I am confronted with the proof that I have not had your confidence--that you have not thought it worth while to be single-minded in your relation to me.

From a personal point of view there is more that I might say, but perhaps that is damning enough, and I have no desire to be abusive.
It is on my conscience to add, moreover, that I find you a sophist, and your sophistry a little vulgar.