I feel I must unburden my soul. My immediate purpose is to place before the world, plainly, succinctly and without comment all the events. And their consequences have terrified, have tortured, have destroyed my whole being. My original soul seemed to take flight from my body. A sense of insufferable misery pervaded my soul. True, nervous - very dreadfully nervous I had been. But why will you say I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled ...