I want you so terribly. I want you in every sense, but I want you quite terribly. You know how. You’ve no idea what it is like with me. I tried to tell you once in Monte Carlo. Something must be done about it. You don’t realize a great many things about me. I am terribly and unashamedly passionate, how passionate I don’t suppose even you know. I wouldn’t like you to know. All the force of that passion is centred on you. I want you, I desire you, in addition to everything else, as I have never desired anyone in my life (I can’t see anyone even ordinarily pretty without being emotionally stirred, so what do you suppose I feel about you?). In the tunnel I shut my eyes and I seemed to feel you bending over me, and kissing my lips. O Mitya, mon amour, ma vie, reviens. Il faut que tu reviennes [my life, my love, come back. You must come back].