Under such pressure as this, the last remaining good in me surrendered.
My mind was filled with evil thoughts.
The moodiness of my usual temper in those days increased in degree to a hatred of all things and of all mankind.
My wife because the usual and quietly suffering victim of the uncontrollable outbursts of my temper.
One day my wife came with me, upon some household errand, into the cellar of the old building which our poverty forces us to inhabit.