“At first it seemed as if this thunderbolt had uprooted me,” Benassis resumed.  “It was a blow from which I could only expect to recover after I had been transplanted into a different soil from that of the social world in which I lived.  It was not till some time afterwards that I saw the finger of God in my misfortunes, and later still that I learned to submit to His will and to hearken to His voice.  It was impossible that resignation should come to me all at once.  My impetuous and fiery nature broke out in a final storm of rebellion.

“It was long before I brought myself to take the only step befitting a Catholic; indeed, my thoughts ran on suicide.  This succession of misfortunes had contributed to develop melancholy feelings in me, and I deliberately determined to take my own life.  It seemed to me that it was permissible to take leave of life when life was ebbing fast.  There was nothing unnatural, I thought about suicide.  The ravages of mental distress affected the soul of man in the same way that acute physical anguish affected the body; and an intelligent being, suffering from a moral malady, had surely a right to destroy himself, a right he shares with the sheep, that, fallen a victim to the ‘staggers,’ beats its head against a tree.  Were the soul’s diseases in truth more readily cured than those of the body?  I scarcely think so, to this day.  Nor do I know which is the more craven soul—­he who hopes even when hope is no longer possible, or he who despairs.  Death is the natural termination of a physical malady, and it seemed to me that suicide was the final crisis in the sufferings of a mind diseased, for it was in the power of the will to end them when reason showed that death was preferable to life.  So it is not the pistol, but a thought that puts an end to our existence.  Again, when fate may suddenly lay us low in the midst of a happy life, can we be blamed for ourselves refusing to bear a life of misery?

“But my reflections during that time of mourning turned on loftier themes.  The grandeur of pagan philosophy attracted me, and for a while I became a convert.  In my efforts to discover new rights for man, I thought that with the aid of modern thought I could penetrate further into the questions to which those old-world systems of philosophy had furnished solutions.

“Epicurus permitted suicide.  Was it not the natural outcome of his system of ethics?  The gratification of the senses was to be obtained at any cost; and when this became impossible, the easiest and best course was for the animate being to return to the repose of inanimate nature.  Happiness, or the hope of happiness, was the one end for which man existed, for one who suffered, and who suffered without hope, death ceased to be an evil, and became a good, and suicide became a final act of wisdom.  This act Epicurus neither blamed nor praised; he was content to say as he poured a libation to Bacchus, ’As for death, there is nothing in death to move our laughter or our tears.’