Terror enables us to perform incredible feats; but terror was not then the state of my mind: where then were my hopes of rescue?
Methinks it is too much.

I stand aside, as it were, from myself; I estimate my own deservings; a hatred, immortal and inexorable, is my due.

I listen to my own pleas, and find them empty and false: yes, I acknowledge that my guilt surpasses that of all mankind: I confess that the curses of a world, and the frowns of a deity, are inadequate to my demerits.

Is there a thing in the world worthy of infinite abhorrence?
It is I.What shall I say! I was menaced, as I thought, with death, and, to elude this evil, my hand was ready to inflict death upon the menacer.
In visiting my house, I had made provision against the machinations of Carwin.

In a fold of my dress an open penknife was concealed.