I do not weep or sigh; but I must reason with myself, and force myself to feel sorrow and despair.

This is not resignation that I feel, for I am dead to all regret.
I communed in this manner with myself, but I was silent to all around me.

I hardly replied to the slightest question, and was uneasy when I saw a human creature near me.

I was surrounded by my female relations, but they were all of them nearly strangers to me: I did not listen to their consolations; and so little did they work their designed effect that they seemed to me to be spoken in an unknown tongue.

I found if sorrow was dead within me, so was love and desire of sympathy.