Filthy Creation

My limbs now tremble, and my eyes swim with the remembrance; but then a resistless, and almost frantic

impulse, urged me forward; I seemed to have lost all soul or sensation but for

this one pursuit. It was indeed but a passing trance, that only made me feel with renewed

acuteness so soon as, the unnatural stimulus ceasing to operate, I had returned to

my old habits. I collected bones from charnel houses; and disturbed, with profane fingers,

the tremendous secrets of the human frame. In a solitary chamber, or rather cell, at the top of the

house, and separated from all the other apartments by a gallery and staircase,

I kept my workshop of filthy creation; my eyeballs were starting from their sockets in attending