“I’ll tell you what is the matter. The best and most sacred right of kings is the right to pardon. And I have always felt myself a king so long as I used this right prodigally. I never judged, I was compassionate, I pardoned everyone right and left. Where others protested and revolted I only advised and persuaded. All my life I’ve tried to make my society tolerable to the family of students, friends and servants. And this attitude of mine towards people, I know, educated every one who came into contact with me. But now I am king no more. There’s something going on in me which belongs only to slaves. Day and night evil thoughts roam about in my head, and feelings which I never knew before have made their home in my soul. I hate and despise; I’m exasperated, disturbed, and afraid. I’ve become strict beyond measure, exacting, unkind, and suspicious. Even the things which in the past gave me the chance of making an extra pun, now bring me a feeling of oppression. My logic has changed too. I used to despise money alone; now I cherish evil feelings, not to money, but to the rich, as if they were guilty. I used to hate violence and arbitrariness; now I hate the people who employ violence, as if they alone are to blame and not all of us, who cannot educate one another. What does it all mean? If my new thoughts and feelings come from a change of my convictions, where could the change have come from? Has the world grown worse and I better, or was I blind and indifferent before? But if the change is due to the general decline of my physical and mental powers--I am sick and losing weight every day--then I’m in a pitiable position. It means that my new thoughts are abnormal and unhealthy, that I must be ashamed of them and consider them valueless....” “Sickness hasn’t anything to do with it,” Katy interrupts. “Your eyes are opened--that’s all. You’ve begun to notice things you didn’t want to notice before for some reason. My opinion is that you must break with your family finally first of all and then go away.” “You’re talking nonsense.” “You don’t love them any more. Then, why do you behave unfairly? And is it a family! Mere nobodies. If they died to-day, no one would notice their absence to-morrow.” Katy despises my wife and daughter as much as they hate her. It’s scarcely possible nowadays to speak of the right of people to despise one another. But if you accept Katy’s point of view and own that such a right exists, you will notice that she has the same right to despise my wife and Liza as they have to hate her. “Mere nobodies!” she repeats. “Did you have any dinner to-day? It’s a wonder they didn’t forget to tell you dinner was ready. I don’t know how they still remember that you exist.” “Katy!” I say sternly. “Please be quiet.” “You don’t think it’s fun for me to talk about them, do you? I wish I didn’t know them at all. You listen to me, dear. Leave everything and go away: go abroad--the quicker, the better.”