the autobiography of a quack- 第16部分

I　have　little　to　add。　I　am　now　at　home　in　the　West；　surrounded　by　every　form　of　kindness　and　every　possible　comfort；　but　alas！　I　have　so　little　surety　of　being　myself　that　I　doubt　my　own　honesty　in　drawing　my　pension；　and　feel　absolved　from　gratitude　to　　those　who　are　kind　to　a　being　who　is　uncertain　of　being　enough　himself　to　be　conscientiously　responsible。　It　is　needless　to　add　that　I　am　not　a　happy　fraction　of　a　man；　and　that　I　am　eager　for　the　day　when　I　shall　rejoin　the　lost　members　of　my　corporeal　family　in　another　and　a　happier　world。





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