I felt as if my soul were in hell. I wanted to kill the monster I had created.
When I thought of him, my mind was full of hatred and revenge. I wished to
see him again so that I could avenge the deaths of William and Justine.
My father became ill with sadness and grief. Elizabeth grew pale and thin.
I felt horribly guilty. My only comfort was to escape to the mountains and
forget my sorrows for a few days. The mountains and rivers were made by
God. In the magnificent Alpine valleys, I felt His power and was afraid of
On one of these journeys, in August, nearly two years after the death of
Justine, I entered the valley of Chamonix. Rivers of ice came down from the
mountains. The great white dome of Mont Blanc stood above me. I
decided to climb Montanvert. I remembered the view from the top of the
mountain. That sublime landscape alone could tranquillize my soul.