It is malignant, malignant, and its writer will always seek to do you ill, and perhaps, sometimes succeed.

It is the price which you must pay for having mixed with such a person who mixes with the devil, though that was no fault of yours, my boy.

Still, always, always in the world we are suffering from the faults of others.

It is a law, the law of vicarious sacrifice, which runs through everything, why, we do not know.

Still, be not afraid, for it is you who will win at the last, not she.