Misfortune. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this world is full of all kinds of unhappy people, or rather, just unhappy people. Yet their unhappiness is something they can protest against to the world with dignity, and the 'world' easily understands and sympathizes with their protest. But my unhappiness stems entirely from my own transgressions, so I can't protest to anyone. And if I were to stammer out even a word that sounded like a protest, not only would Flounder—but everyone in the world—find it outrageous and ask how I could possibly say such a thing.