People still debate whether he killed himself. He died from a sudden wound to his groin. Some questioned whether he did it to himself, but no one argued that his death came at a convenient time. I could mention many more examples like this. These were people others considered the happiest in the world. Yet they themselves gave honest testimony about their real feelings. They hated everything they had done throughout their entire lives. But their complaints changed nothing — not in others, and not in themselves. After speaking these words, their feelings always went back to the same old patterns.
It is a stock question whether he committed suicide: for he fell by a sudden wound in the groin, and some doubted whether his death was caused by his own hand, though none disputed its having happened most seasonably. It would be superfluous to mention more who, while others thought them the happiest of men, have themselves borne true witness to their own feelings, and have loathed all that they have done for all the years of their lives: yet by these complaints they have effected no alteration either in others or in themselves: for after these words have escaped them their feelings revert to their accustomed frame.