(event time - afternoon, date -Tues 7th March 2006, venue Gothic Nightmares)
"I beheld his body half wasted away with long expectation and confinement and felt what kind of sickness of the heart it was which arises from hope deferr'd. Upon looking nearer I saw him pale and feverish, in thirty years the western breeze had not once fann'd his blood. He had seen no sun, no moon in all that time nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice"
From Laurence Sterne's "A Sentimental Journey, 1768.
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