Their density would not enable them to understand his sharper point of view.
He began to pity himself acutely.

He was ill used.

He was trodden beneath the feet of an iron injustice.

He had proceeded with wisdom and from the most righteous motives under heaven's blue only to be frustrated by hateful circumstances.
A dull, animal-like rebellion against his fellows, war in the abstract, and fate grew within him.

He shambled along with bowed head, his brain in a tumult of agony and despair.