You have left me no power to consider whether I am just to you or not.

Begone! Relieve me from the sight of your detested form." "Thus I relieve thee, my creator," he said, and placed his hated hands before my eyes, which I flung from me with violence; "thus I take from thee a sight which you abhor.

Still thou canst listen to me and grant me thy compassion.

By the virtues that I once possessed, I demand this from you.

Hear my tale; it is long and strange, and the temperature of this place is not fitting to your fine sensations; come to the hut upon the mountain.