"Never will, says the vision? But I always woke and found it an empty mockery; and I was desolate and abandoned--my life dark, lonely, hopeless--my soul athirst and forbidden to drink--my heart famished and never to be fed.
— Anche la visione lo diceva, ma svaniva, e io mi trovavo solo e burlato, ed ero desolato, abbandonato; la mia vita continuava ad esser tetra, isolata e senza speranza. La mia anima era assetata, il mio cuore affamato!