I also had my illusions.I thought life was going to be a brilliant comedy,and that you were one of many graceful figures in it.I found it to be a revolting and repellent tragedy,and that the sinister occasion of the great catastrophe,sinister in its concentration of aim and intensity of narrowed well-power,was yourself,stripped of that mask of joy and pleasure by which you,no less than I,had been deceived and led astray.