At home all day. I dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner. But, alas! who can describe–no, imagination itself can’t paint the anxiety of my mind. I loathe, abhor and even detest myself. Oh, the infirmities and frailty of nature!
The Diary, 1754–1765
At home all day. I dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner. But, alas! who can describe–no, imagination itself can’t paint the anxiety of my mind. I loathe, abhor and even detest myself. Oh, the infirmities and frailty of nature!