“This morning I slept late after the fatigues of yesterday... I feel strangely sad and low-spirited to-day. I suppose it is the reaction from the terrible excitement... I didn’t feel sleepy, and I did feel full of devouring anxiety... it all seems like a horrible tragedy, with fate pressing on relentlessly to some destined end. Everything that one does seems, no matter how right it may be, to bring on the very thing which is most to be deplored.”
