Man seems to be capable of great virtues but not of small virtues capable of defying his torturer but not of keeping his temper.
Not the torturer will scare me nor the body's final fall nor the barrels of death's rifles nor the shadows on the wall nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless unfeeling world.
IN April 1882 my father died and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.