There are some secret springs in the affections which, when they are set a-going by some object in view, or, though not in view, yet rendered present to the mind by the power of imagination, that motion carries out the soul, by its impetuosity, to such violent, eager embracings of the object, that the absence of it is insupportable.
Tal era mi ferviente deseo de que tan solo un hombre se hubiese salvado: «¡Oh, si tan solo uno se hubiese salvado!», repetía una y mil veces: «¡Oh, si tan solo uno se hubiese sal vado!»