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"But how was I to direct myself? I knew that I must travel in a

southwesterly direction to reach my destination, but the sun was

my only guide. I did not know the names of the towns that I was

to pass through, nor could I ask information from a single human

being; but I did not despair. From you only could I hope for

succour, although towards you I felt no sentiment but that of

hatred. Unfeeling, heartless creator! You had endowed me with

perceptions and passions and then cast me abroad an object for

the scorn and horror of mankind. But on you only had I any claim

for pity and redress, and from you I determined to seek that

justice which I vainly attempted to gain from any other being

that wore the human form.