Dr.

Seward’s Diary.

20 September.

⁠—Only resolution and habit can let me make an entry tonight. I am too miserable, too low-spirited, too sick of the world and all in it, including life itself, that I would not care if I heard this moment the flapping of the wings of the angel of death. And he has been flapping those grim wings to some purpose of late⁠—Lucy’s mother and Arthur’s father, and now.⁠ ⁠… Let me get on with my work.