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By
dint
of
constantly
dwelling
on
the
idea
that
tranquillity
was
death
,
and
if
punishment
were
the
end
in
view
other
tortures
than
death
must
be
invented
,
he
began
to
reflect
on
suicide
.
Unhappy
he
,
who
,
on
the
brink
of
misfortune
,
broods
over
ideas
like
these
!
Before
him
is
a
dead
sea
that
stretches
in
azure
calm
before
the
eye
;
but
he
who
unwarily
ventures
within
its
embrace
finds
himself
struggling
with
a
monster
that
would
drag
him
down
to
perdition
.
Once
thus
ensnared
,
unless
the
protecting
hand
of
God
snatch
him
thence
,
all
is
over
,
and
his
struggles
but
tend
to
hasten
his
destruction
.
This
state
of
mental
anguish
is
,
however
,
less
terrible
than
the
sufferings
that
precede
or
the
punishment
that
possibly
will
follow
.
There
is
a
sort
of
consolation
at
the
contemplation
of
the
yawning
abyss
,
at
the
bottom
of
which
lie
darkness
and
obscurity
.
Edmond
found
some
solace
in
these
ideas
.
All
his
sorrows
,
all
his
sufferings
,
with
their
train
of
gloomy
spectres
,
fled
from
his
cell
when
the
angel
of
death
seemed
about
to
enter
.
Dantes
reviewed
his
past
life
with
composure
,
and
,
looking
forward
with
terror
to
his
future
existence
,
chose
that
middle
line
that
seemed
to
afford
him
a
refuge
.
"
Sometimes
,
"
said
he
,
"
in
my
voyages
,
when
I
was
a
man
and
commanded
other
men
,
I
have
seen
the
heavens
overcast
,
the
sea
rage
and
foam
,
the
storm
arise
,
and
,
like
a
monstrous
bird
,
beating
the
two
horizons
with
its
wings
.
Then
I
felt
that
my
vessel
was
a
vain
refuge
,
that
trembled
and
shook
before
the
tempest
.
Soon
the
fury
of
the
waves
and
the
sight
of
the
sharp
rocks
announced
the
approach
of
death
,
and
death
then
terrified
me
,
and
I
used
all
my
skill
and
intelligence
as
a
man
and
a
sailor
to
struggle
against
the
wrath
of
God
.
But
I
did
so
because
I
was
happy
,
because
I
had
not
courted
death
,
because
to
be
cast
upon
a
bed
of
rocks
and
seaweed
seemed
terrible
,
because
I
was
unwilling
that
I
,
a
creature
made
for
the
service
of
God
,
should
serve
for
food
to
the
gulls
and
ravens
.
But
now
it
is
different
;
I
have
lost
all
that
bound
me
to
life
,
death
smiles
and
invites
me
to
repose
;
I
die
after
my
own
manner
,
I
die
exhausted
and
broken-spirited
,
as
I
fall
asleep
when
I
have
paced
three
thousand
times
round
my
cell
.
"
No
sooner
had
this
idea
taken
possession
of
him
than
he
became
more
composed
,
arranged
his
couch
to
the
best
of
his
power
,
ate
little
and
slept
less
,
and
found
existence
almost
supportable
,
because
he
felt
that
he
could
throw
it
off
at
pleasure
,
like
a
worn-out
garment
.
Two
methods
of
self-destruction
were
at
his
disposal
.
He
could
hang
himself
with
his
handkerchief
to
the
window
bars
,
or
refuse
food
and
die
of
starvation
.
But
the
first
was
repugnant
to
him
.
Dantes
had
always
entertained
the
greatest
horror
of
pirates
,
who
are
hung
up
to
the
yard-arm
;
he
would
not
die
by
what
seemed
an
infamous
death
.
He
resolved
to
adopt
the
second
,
and
began
that
day
to
carry
out
his
resolve
.
Nearly
four
years
had
passed
away
;
at
the
end
of
the
second
he
had
ceased
to
mark
the
lapse
of
time
.
Dantes
said
,
"
I
wish
to
die
,
"
and
had
chosen
the
manner
of
his
death
,
and
fearful
of
changing
his
mind
,
he
had
taken
an
oath
to
die
.
"
When
my
morning
and
evening
meals
are
brought
,
"
thought
he
,
"
I
will
cast
them
out
of
the
window
,
and
they
will
think
that
I
have
eaten
them
.
"
He
kept
his
word
;
twice
a
day
he
cast
out
,
through
the
barred
aperture
,
the
provisions
his
jailer
brought
him
--
at
first
gayly
,
then
with
deliberation
,
and
at
last
with
regret
.
Nothing
but
the
recollection
of
his
oath
gave
him
strength
to
proceed
.
Hunger
made
viands
once
repugnant
,
now
acceptable
;
he
held
the
plate
in
his
hand
for
an
hour
at
a
time
,
and
gazed
thoughtfully
at
the
morsel
of
bad
meat
,
of
tainted
fish
,
of
black
and
mouldy
bread
.
It
was
the
last
yearning
for
life
contending
with
the
resolution
of
despair
;
then
his
dungeon
seemed
less
sombre
,
his
prospects
less
desperate
.
He
was
still
young
--
he
was
only
four
or
five
and
twenty
--
he
had
nearly
fifty
years
to
live
.
What
unforseen
events
might
not
open
his
prison
door
,
and
restore
him
to
liberty
?
Then
he
raised
to
his
lips
the
repast
that
,
like
a
voluntary
Tantalus
,
he
refused
himself
;
but
he
thought
of
his
oath
,
and
he
would
not
break
it
.
He
persisted
until
,
at
last
,
he
had
not
sufficient
strength
to
rise
and
cast
his
supper
out
of
the
loophole
.
The
next
morning
he
could
not
see
or
hear
;
the
jailer
feared
he
was
dangerously
ill
.
Edmond
hoped
he
was
dying
.
