“Once – twice – you gave me the chance to escape from my life, and I refused it: refused it because I was a coward. Afterward I saw my mistake – I saw I could never be happy with what had contented me before. But it was too late: you had judged me – I understood. It was too late for happiness – but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I have lived on – don’t take it from me now!”
