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Extracting Florence, 1850
March 15: G-d has delivered me from the greatest offence and the constant
murder of all my thoughts.
March 21: Undisturbed by my great enemy.
June 7: But this long moral death, this failure of all attempts to cure. I think
I have never been so bad as this last week.
June 17: Night sleepless physically morally ill broken down, a slave
- escaping Athens. Hemlock I say it, hemlock. No wish on earth but sleep.
June 18: No wish, no enemy. I longed but for sleep. My enemy is too strong
for me, everything has been tried. All, all is vain.
June 21: My enemy let me go and I was free.
June 24: Here too I was free.
June 29: Four days of absolute slavery. My drugged, my dredged, my
drudged heart aches.
July 1: I lay in bed and called on G to save me. I lay in bed and called.
July 4: A drowsy numbness drowns my sense.
July 7: My hands would ease the sufferer's brow, comfort the comfortless.
July 9: My hands betray me.
.. langour, weakness and loss .. of vermilion from lips, whiteness from
teeth .. a bluish circle around the eyes .. the symptoms of this crime.
(Crime? Crimea, crime hear, here. Silence. This is the Doctor's Report.)
The face of incipient consumption, an apple eaten from within.
Best
Dave
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