I will not see you. I cannot see you. I have no directions to give you.
Let Providence decide for me as it pleases.
The more I reflect upon your vileness, your ungrateful, your barbarous
vileness, the more I am exasperated against you.
You are the last person whose judgment I will take upon what is or is not
carried too far in matters of decency.
'Tis grievous to me to write, or even to think of you at present. Urge
me no more then. Once more, I will not see you. Nor care I, now you
have made me vile to myself, what other people think of me.
***