So this subject is done with. It is right to look our life-accounts bravely in the face now and then, and settle them honestly. And he is a poor self-swindler who lies to himself while he reckons the items, and sets down under the head⁠—happiness that which is misery. Call anguish⁠—anguish, and despair⁠—despair; write both down in strong characters with a resolute pen: you will the better pay your debt to Doom. Falsify; insert “privilege” where you should have written “pain;” and see if your mighty creditor will allow the fraud to pass, or accept the coin with which you would cheat him. Offer to the strongest⁠—if the darkest angel of God’s host⁠—water, when he has asked blood⁠—will he take it? Not a whole pale sea for one red drop. I settled another account.