IT was eight o'clock when we landed; we walked for a short time on the shore, enjoying the transitory light, and then retired to the inn, and contemplated the lovely scene of waters, woods, and mountains, obscured in darkness, yet still displaying their black outlines.
"Cursed, cursed be the fiend that brought misery on his grey hairs, and doomed him to waste in wretchedness!"
My dude, all this was brought on by you not having the balls to take responsibility for your own actions...
Come on, Victor. Anyone else questioning the efficacy of a pistol on the creature?