Everything that is realised is right.
Remember also that whatever is misery to you to read, is still greater misery to me to set down.

They have permitted you to see the strange and tragic shapes of life as one sees shadows in a crystal.

The head of Medusa that turns living men to stone, you have been allowed to look at in a mirror merely.

You yourself have walked free among the flowers.
From me the beautiful world of colour and motion has been taken away.
I will begin by telling you that I blame myself terribly.

As I sit in this dark cell in convict clothes, a disgraced and ruined man, I blame myself.