If there is a malady which is a compilation of all maladies,
all chapters of pathology at once, nobody has it but I.
Apoplexy--hectic--cramp in the stomach or a lizard--three kinds of
fever--polypus in the heart--sprouting gooseberry bushes:--such are the
few _visible_ constituents and ingredients which I have thus far been
able to announce of my malady; a judicious deeper section of my poor
body will, when both classes of constituents shall have laid it low,
add to these the invisible ones also....