midnight
By day I feel myself a wolf in sheep 's clothing ; a man possessed by a devil , who is ready at any moment to break out and tear him to pieces . At night I become a satyr . While in this torment I at once hate and fear myself . One fair face is ever before me , gleaming through my hot dreams like a flying moon in the sultry midnight of a tropic storm . I dare not trust myself in the presence of those whom I love and respect , lest my wild thoughts should find vent in wilder words . I lose my humanity . I am a beast .