His whole life, His sufferings--" But the old fanatic's vigour had not yet exhausted itself.
"His sufferings!" he interrupted.

"Does suffering entitle a man to be regarded as divine?
If so, so also am I a God.

Look at me!" He stretched out his long, thin arms with their claw-like hands, thrusting forward his great savage head that the bony, wizened throat seemed hardly strong enough to bear.

"Wealth, honour, happiness: I had them once.

I had wife, children and a home.