He was born at hazard, by misfortune, in a hovel, in a cellar, in a cave, no one knows where, no one knows of whom.

He came out of the dust to fall into the mire.

He had only so much father and mother as was necessary for his birth, after which all shrank from him.

He has crawled on as best he could.

He grew up bare-footed, bare-headed, in rags, with no idea why he was living.