Let me once become jealous of a being, and nevermore could I re-establish with him simple human relations, and my eyes flashed when I looked at him.
"As for my wife, so many times had I enveloped her with this moral vitriol, with this jealous hatred, that she was degraded thereby.

In the periods of this causeless hatred I gradually uncrowned her.

I covered her with shame in my imagination.
"I invented impossible knaveries.

I suspected, I am ashamed to say, that she, this queen of 'The Thousand and One Nights,' deceived me with my serf, under my very eyes, and laughing at me.
"Thus, with each new access of jealousy (I speak always of causeless jealousy), I entered into the furrow dug formerly by my filthy suspicions, and I continually deepened it.

She did the same thing.