He himself says afterwards, 'I was happier in the enjoyment of tortures, tears, fright, and blood, than in any other pleasure.' "Then he becomes weary of these fecal joys.

An unpublished passage in his trial proceedings informs us that 'The said sire heated himself with little boys, sometimes also with little girls, with whom he had congress in the belly, saying that he had more pleasure and less pain than acting in nature.' After which, he slowly saws their throats, cuts them to pieces, and the corpses, the linen and the clothing, are put in the fireplace, where a smudge fire of logs and leaves is burning, and the ashes are thrown into the latrine, or scattered to the winds from the top of a tower, or buried in the moats and mounds.
"Soon his furies become aggravated.

Until now he has appeased the rage of his senses with living or moribund beings.

He wearies of stuprating palpitant flesh and becomes a lover of the dead.

A passionate artist, he kisses, with cries of enthusiasm, the well-made limbs of his victims.