Wandering spirits, if indeed ye wander, and do not rest in your narrow beds...
...allow me this faint happiness, or take me, as your companion, away from the joys of life.
It is the wretch whom I created!
I suddenly beheld the figure of a man, at some distance, advancing towards me with superhuman speed. He bounded over the crevices in the ice, among which I hadwalked with caution; his stature, also, as he approached, seemed to exceed that of man. I was troubled.
Devil! Do you dare appraoch me?
Begone, vile insect!
If you will comply with my conditions, I will leave them and you at peace...
...but if you refuse, I will glut the maw of death, until it be satiated with the blood of your remaining friends.’
Shall I not then hate them who abhor me? I will keep no terms with my enemies. I am miserable, and they shall share my wretchedness.