I was wretched, sticky, dirty, thirsty, thrilled.
In the first I was wretched; in the second ill at ease; in the third hunting".
I was wretched there, lost a stone a term from sheer misery, but it wasn't because of the school's ethos so much as the fact I was teased rotten and never made any real friends.
Well, not a typewriter, actually – my horrid little laptop, which I wrestle with: it's wretched, always letting me down".
It's not even just bad, it's wretched.
Oh, I am so wretched, she said.
A fortnight later, to the pianist and composer Ferdinand Hiller: "Can you tell me what it is, this capacity for emotion, this force of suffering that is wearing me out? … Oh my friend, I am indeed wretched – inexpressibly! … Today it is a year since I saw HER for the last time … Unhappy woman, how I loved you!
Catherine wrote, the next day: "I am so wretched to live long enough to see so many people die before me, although I realize that God's will must be obeyed, that He owns everything, and that he lends us only for as long as He likes the children whom He gives us".
