Dear dear when the soft-hearts get hold of thing like that missionarys contribution they completely lose their tranquility they speak profanely and reproach Heaven for allowing such a find to live. Meaning me . They think it irregular. They go shuddering around brooding over the reduction of that Congo population from 25000000 to 15000000 in the twenty years of my administration; then they burst out and call me the King with Ten Million Murders on his Soul. They call me a record. - From King Leopolds Soliloquy