I have lost all interest in everything in this world.

You remember how much interest I used to take in things ?" "Indeed I do," said he.
"The world is getting to be all a blank to me," she said; "everything is blank." "Your meals ?" he asked.
"No," she said.

"Of course I must eat to live." "And sleep ?" "Oh, I sleep well enough.

Indeed, I wish I could sleep all the time, so that I could not know how the world--at least its pleasures and affections--are passing away from me.

All this is dreadful, doctor, when you come to think of it.