PART 5
Chapter 20
 (continued)
His sufferings, steadily growing more intense, did their work and
 prepared him for death.  There was no position in which he was
 not in pain, there was not a minute in which he was unconscious
 of it, not a limb, not a part of his body that did not ache and
 cause him agony.  Even the memories, the impressions, the
 thoughts of this body awakened in him now the same aversion as
 the body itself.  The sight of other people, their remarks, his
 own reminiscences, everything was for him a source of agony. 
 Those about him felt this, and instinctively did not allow
 themselves to move freely, to talk, to express their wishes
 before him.  All his life was merged in the one feeling of
 suffering and desire to be rid of it. 
There was evidently coming over him that revulsion that would
 make him look upon death as the goal of his desires, as
 happiness.  Hitherto each individual desire, aroused by suffering
 or privation, such as hunger, fatigue, thirst, had been satisfied
 by some bodily function giving pleasure.  But now no physical
 craving or suffering received relief, and the effort to relieve
 them only caused fresh suffering.  And so all desires were merged
 in one--the desire to be rid of all his sufferings and their
 source, the body.  But he had no words to express this desire of
 deliverance, and so he did not speak of it, and from habit asked
 for the satisfaction of desires which could not now be satisfied.
 "Turn me over on the other side," he would say, and immediately
 after he would ask to be turned back again as before.  "Give me
 some broth.  Take away the broth.  Talk of something: why are you
 silent?" And directly they began to talk ho would close his eyes,
 and would show weariness, indifference, and loathing. 
On the tenth day from their arrival at the town, Kitty was
 unwell.  She suffered from headache and sickness, and she could
 not get up all the morning. 
The doctor opined that the indisposition arose from fatigue and
 excitement, and prescribed rest. 
After dinner, however, Kitty got up and went as usual with her
 work to the sick man.  He looked at her sternly when she came in,
 and smiled contemptuously when she said she had been unwell. 
 That day he was continually blowing his nose, and groaning
 piteously. 
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