"Yes," he puffed, "the devil's gone wrong." "But isn't that of ancient date ?" DeGolyer asked.
"Here, now, young fellow, don't try to saw me!" And then he broke off with this execration: "Oh, this miserable world--this infernal pot where men are boiled!" He rolled his eyes like a choking ox, and after a short silence, asked: "Young fellow, do you know what I'd do if I were of your age ?" "If you were of my temperament as well as of my age I don't think you'd do much of anything." "Yes, I would; I would confer a degree of high favor on myself.

I would cut my throat, sir." "Pardon me, but is it too late at your time of life ?" "Yes, for my nerve is diseased and I am a coward, an infamous, doddering old coward, sir.

Good God! to live for years in darkness, bumping against the sharp corners of conscience.

I have never told Henry, but I don't mind telling you that at times I am almost mad.

For years I have sought to read myself out of it, but to an unsettled mind a book is a sly poison--the greatest of books are but the records of trouble.