This no doubt seems to you wantonly exaggerated to excuse a fit of temper. But it is not. I see of course that it is morbid, that it is through this even to me inexplicable susceptibility to some impression suddenly that I approach madness…But this is me; and you can’t know me and merely brush this aside as a fit of temper. I don’t attempt to rationalise; but I can now, after 2 weeks, see how selfish, cold, and indeed brutal I may have seemed to you, when in fact I felt more strongly about you…