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With my first waking moments next morning, I realised to myself that I had lost all moral sense, and that my instincts had become frankly criminal. There was no haziness at all in my mind about the events of the previous evening, and I had not the slightest remorse for what I had done. I had killed an elderly man on the park lands--a perfect stranger--and the action seemed to me quite natural and justifiable, under the circumstances.
I was not a bit surprised at having done it. He had been rude to me, and killing was what he had deserved. I should do the same to any others who offended me and it would serve them right too.