The Soul of a Free Man

"My debts were my enemies, but the men I owed were my friends," he writes. "I staggered weekly to my feet. What mattered hunger? What mattered thirst?" He asks himself: Does thy empty stomach make thy head exceedingly clear? Canst thou see the world in its true color? Has thou the desire to pay thy honest debts?" After years of wandering and misfortune, a free man goes back to conquer his enemies and reward his friends.