But every day something of vitality goes from him.

He is fading almost from hour to hour, as slowly as the hour hand of a clock.

You can't notice the change, but every twelve hours the hand makes a complete revolution.
It's as if his blood were evaporating and nothing we can do will supply him with fresh strength." "Is this attended by irritability ?" "He is perfectly calm and seems to have no care for what becomes of him." "Has he lost interest in the things which formerly attracted and occupied him ?" "Yes, he minds nothing now.

He has no care for the condition of the cattle, or for profit or loss in the sales.

He has simply stepped out of every employment." "Ah, a gradual diminution of the faculties of attention." "In a way, yes.