"‘Under what fatal star was I then born,’ I asked myself, ‘for it now to be impossible for me
even to think of following the smallest inclination to virtue without its being immediately
washed away by a tide of woe! And how can it be that enlightened Providence, whose justice I
willingly adore, punishing me for my virtues, simultaneously offers me the spectacle of those
whose vices brought me low being raised on high to pinnacles?"
even to think of following the smallest inclination to virtue without its being immediately
washed away by a tide of woe! And how can it be that enlightened Providence, whose justice I
willingly adore, punishing me for my virtues, simultaneously offers me the spectacle of those
whose vices brought me low being raised on high to pinnacles?"
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