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Whatsoever thwarts, or puts me out of my way, brings death into my mind.

Expect no healthy conclusions from me this month, reader; I can offer you only sick men's dreams.

How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself! he is his own exclusive object.

Independently of the rigours of attendance, I have ever been haunted with a sense (perhaps a mere caprice) of incapacity for business.

Every man hath two birth-days: two days, at least, in every year, which set him upon revolving the lapse of time, as it affects his mortal duration.