Victor describes himself at that time like this. Every thought of his own was swallowed up and lost, and he was carried along by fury. Revenge alone gave him strength and composure.
Revenge shaped his feelings, and it made him calculating and calm at times when delirium or death would otherwise have been his lot.
His first decision was to leave Geneva for ever. The home that had been dear to him when he was happy and loved had become hateful in his misfortune. He took some money and a few jewels that had belonged to his mother and set out.