It will soon be six months Since I lived my real life there; during my illness I might as well have been absent, then came those weeks in the Isle of Wight, and now this exile.

I feel it as exile, bitterly.

To be sure Naples is beautiful, but it does not interest me.

You need not envy me the bright sky, for it gives me no pleasure.

There is so much to pain and sadden; so much that makes me angry.