At first but a light scorn arousing For silly childishness,at last With fiery yearning overwhelming, And jealousy for all the past.

"Under a lowering sky, in the damp air, the walls of houses have black perspiration and their air-holes are fetid; the loathsomeness of existence increases and melancholy overwhelms one; the seeds of vileness which each person harbors in his soul, sprout.

The discouraging thing is that the public is fickle and changeable, and any temporary feeling overwhelms the patient efforts of years.