I mean my nephew, who was christened Bela, but who calls himself Abellino.

I will not reckon up the sins he has committed against God, his country, and myself.

God and his country forgive him, as I have forgiven him; but I should be a liar and a hypocrite before God if I said, at this hour, that I loved him.

I feel as cold towards him as towards one whom I have never seen.

And now he is reduced to the beggar's staff; now he has more debts than the hairs of his head.