Recovery from Fevered Nightmares

But I was in reality very ill; and surely nothing but the unbounded and unremitting attentions of my

friend could have restored me to life. The form of the monster on whom I had bestowed existence

was for ever before my eyes, and I raved incessantly concerning him. Doubtless my words

surprised Henry: he at first believed them to be the wanderings of my disturbed imagination; but

the pertinacity with which I continually recurred to the same subject persuaded him that my disorder

indeed owed its origin to some uncommon and terrible event. By very slow degrees, and with frequent

relapses, that alarmed and grieved my friend, I recovered. I remember the first

time I became capable of observing outward objects with any kind of pleasure, I perceived that