Is Love for Hatred From Him?

Whatever personality he still possesses seems to him accidental, arbitrary, or still oftener, disturbing. He calls up the recollection of himself with an effort, and not infrequently wrongly. His mirroring and eternally self-policing soul no longer knows how to affirm, no longer how to deny. Je no m'preis prèsque v'yà, he says, with leap-nits.