It's not even like memory. It's all just there.""All the time, Willy?""Every hour, every minute.

Sometimes he felt like a victim constantly revived in order to suffer more.

I'm sorry I was awful. I'm so full of terrors.

What greater torment than to see that light, and then to see it eternally withdrawn?

If there is any fruitless mental torment which is greater than that of jealousy it is perhaps remorse. Even the pains of loss may be less searching; and often of course these agonies combine, as now they did for me. I say remorse not repentance. I doubt if I have ever experienced repentance in a pure form; perhaps it does not exist in a pure form. Remorse contains guilt, but helpless hopeless guilt which knows of no cure for the painful bite.