12 And if the prattling moral classes make one the target of critique, it’s quite outrageous if one passes (you will agree that it’s a cheek) oneself off as a fake eccentric, a tragic, crazed and wild hysteric, or some infernal, loathsome beast, or my own ‘Demon’ at the least! Eugene (returning to my hero again), since having killed his friend, and never having to attend to duties, twenty-six now, shallow, disinterested, without a wife, had nothing which could fill his life.
