ABSTRACT
The heavy snowfall on the night of the 14th seemed to me a good omen—perhaps it would be the last outburst of the bad weather. One ought always to imagine and foresee the worst so as to be able to guard against it, but also to hope for the best, that is, to have faith, without which one would not have the moral courage to go on and persevere and come out victorious. It is always like this in human life. My hopes, that day, were realized.
