But let me turn away from these recollections of misery, now when I
see crowding before me more cheerful pictures--of that solemn tremor
with which I have seen parents overcome, who, at the wedding of their
children, could no longer hold the glass in their hands, and stammered
unintelligible words with tears in their eyes. I see young poets,
too, who cannot steady the paper as they rise to read their verses to
a merry company; and busy housewives with trembling lips, and faces
beaming with satisfaction, who have to sit down because they cannot
subdue their exultation at their success; and lastly, relatives who,
with convulsive hands, embrace each other in the joy of meeting once
more.
I have known men so nervous that they had to retire at the slightest
emotion, lest they should betray an agitation which seemed ridiculous
to them; and I have seen others support themselves with a hand on a
table or chair that they might not tremble when they heard a moving
speech or saw the representation of a tragedy at the theatre.
I remember onanists who, from fear of their trembling-fits, have been
reduced to the humiliation of confessing their loathsome, degrading
vice; love-sick friends who have been startled at the trembling of
their hands, which altered the character of their writing; colleagues
who have consulted me on account of a trembling which appeared after
they were exhausted by mental work; and persons who, in consequence of
a fright, were subject to trembling for the rest of their lives.
VII
But it is in _delirium tremens_ that fear and trembling together form
the most awful torture, the most horrible punishment of human nature.
During my life as a physician I have only seen three such cases, and
the faces of the wretches float before me, covered, as it were, with a
veil of profound melancholy.
I shall condense the observations which I made into a single picture,
so as not to detain the reader too long amongst such scenes of misery.
Generally, one is called in haste to a patient who is vomiting, or
who is thought to be seized with insanity. One finds a wan, emaciated
man, who looks at us indifferently, or answers with a few impolite
words in a dull, rough voice. Relatives, wife and children, who stand
frightened around the bed, tell us that he has been immoderate in
drinking, and had been brought home intoxicated the night before; that
he had grumbled the whole night long, and did not rise in the morning
because of excessive fatigue; that he had felt sick all day and had
had no appetite, and that he had then begun to vomit. When he shows his
tongue, we see that it is covered with a thick, whitish coat, as in
catarrh of the stomach.
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