A man like me-do you hear-a Cougher, whose marrow is being consumed-incarnate misery on two tottering legs-a piteous figure, whom one can no more imagine outside the grave, than a sportsman without a terrier, or hound-such a person calls into the ears of the ostrich, that shuts its eyes: 'Death is pointing at you!
"The Complete Historical Romances of Georg Ebers"
Georg Ebers