"Jane, I will not trouble you with abominable details: some strong words shall express what I have to say.
I lived with that woman upstairs four years, and before that time she had tried me indeed:
her character ripened and developed with frightful rapidity;
her vices sprang up fast and rank: they were so strong, only cruelty could check them, and I would not use cruelty.
What a pigmy intellect she had, and what giant propensities!
How fearful were the curses those propensities entailed on me!
Bertha Mason, the true daughter of an infamous mother,
dragged me through all the hideous and degrading agonies which must attend a man bound to a wife at once intemperate and unchaste.
My brother in the interval was dead, and at the end of the four years my father died too.
I was rich enough now -- yet poor to hideous indigence:
a nature the most gross, impure, depraved I ever saw, was associated with mine,
and called by the law and by society a part of me.
And I could not rid myself of it by any legal proceedings:
for the doctors now discovered that my wife was mad -- her excesses had prematurely developed the germs of insanity.
Jane, you don't like my narrative; you look almost sick -- shall I defer the rest to another day?"