Chapter 16
"Cursed, cursed creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant,
did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so
wantonly bestowed? I know not; despair had not yet taken possession
of me; my feelings were those of rage and revenge. I could with
pleasure have destroyed the cottage and its inhabitants and have
glutted myself with their shrieks and misery.
"When night came I quitted my retreat and wandered in the wood;
and now, no longer restrained by the fear of discovery, I gave vent
to my anguish in fearful howlings. I was like a wild beast that had
broken the toils, destroying the objects that obstructed me and
ranging through the wood with a staglike swiftness. Oh! What a
miserable night I passed! The cold stars shone in mockery, and the
bare trees wave
