I, who fear only the eyes of others and the punishment of society, and whose fears disappear when I am secure from these, am now disturbed.

To say 'disturbed' is perhaps to exaggerate. To say 'feel strange' would probably be nearer the mark. There is something I would like to ask you. Aren't you too, deep down, unmoved by the sufferings and death of others? Aren't we brothers under the skin perhaps? Haven't you, too, lived your life up to now without excessive self- recrimination and shame? And then someday doesn't there stir in you, too, the thought that you're a bit 'strange'?