Lectures VI and VII

nature in his eyes. A new heaven seems to shine upon a new earth. In melancholiacs there is usually a similar change, only it is in the reverse direction. The world now looks remote, strange, sinister, uncanny. Its color is gone, its breath is cold, there is no speculation in the eyes it glares with. “It is as if I lived in another century,” says one asylum patient.⁠—“I see everything through a cloud,” says another, “things are not as they were, and I am changed.”⁠—“I see,” says a third, “I touch, but the things do not come near me, a thick veil alters the hue and look of everything.”⁠—“Persons move like shadows, and sounds seem to come from a distant world.”⁠—“There is no longer any past for me; people appear so strange; it is as if I could not see any reality, as if I were in a theatre; as if people were actors, and everything were scenery; I can no longer find myself; I walk, but why? Everything floats before my eyes, but leaves no impression.”⁠—“I weep false tears, I have unreal hands: the things I see are not real things.”⁠—Such are expressions that naturally rise to the lips of melancholy subjects describing their changed state.