What does there remain to me of the year which is about to end? There remains to me a sweet and consoling remembrance of the trouble which the good I have done cost me; the trouble is past, the remembance endures. There remains to me a bitter remembrance of the satisfaction I have felt in my effeminate and sensual life; the satisfaction is past, but the bitter remembrance endures . . . Just God, I understand, it is imperative on me to change my life. It is done, I will be converted.
Hamon,
Meditations
