Obsessed with Creation

The dissecting room and the slaughter-house furnished many of my materials; and often did my human

nature turn with loathing from my occupation, whilst, still urged on by

an eagerness which perpetually increased, I brought my work near to a conclusion. The summer months

passed while I was thus engaged, heart and soul, in one pursuit. It was a most beautiful

season; never did the fields bestow a more plentiful harvest, or the vines yield

a more luxuriant vintage: but my eyes were insensible to the charms of nature.

And the same feelings which made me neglect the scenes around me caused me also to forget those

friends who were so many miles absent, and whom I had not seen for so long a time.