George Heath page 5b
Extract from a letter to a close woman friend, July 1868, in which he describes his illness following a recent deterioration in his condition. This indicates also the poetic quality of his prose.
"Later - How strangely all things move about me! The vision of ambition and hope has gone into air; and all the aspirations and aims of my life, and even its struggle, seem like the fading after-shade of dreams - I lie painlessly, aimlessly; quite unable to follow out any train of thought. My head is light, and my whole system prostrated - My eyes follow listlessly the twisting dance of the flies about the ceiling and whitewashed walls. And sometimes persist in getting themselves bewildered among the intricate patterns on the counterpane - I cannot look forward, and seem to have little care for anything."
© Staffordshire and Stoke on Trent Archive Service, 2010
Staffordshire Record Office, 6857/2/4b
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