I mean, the life in the world outside these walls, began to seem like a dream to me. The wild ideas, the dreams inside my head became my real world and then my whole life.
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… One morning, in cold blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; — hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; — hung it, BECAUSE I knew it had loved me, and BEACUSE I felt it had given me no reason of offence; — hung it BEACUSE I knew in so doing I was committing a sin — a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it — if such a thing wore possible — even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God.
From my infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposition. My tenderness of heart was even so conspicuous as to make me the jest of my companions.