“But to a Genevan magistrate, whose mind was occupied by far other ideas than those of devotion and heroism, this elevation of mind had much the appearance of madness. He endeavoured to soothe me as a nurse does a child and reverted to my tale as the effects of delirium. «Man,» I cried, «how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!
Cease; you know not what it is you say.»
I broke from the house angry and disturbed and retired to meditate on some other mode of action.
Chapter 24 My present situation was one in which all voluntary thought was swallowed up and lost.”