The walls of the cell were bare and white-washed. A narrow window, so far that it could not easily be reached, lighted the little room; the insane man situated on the straw seat. He was dainty, wrinkled face, most white hair. His garments appeared to be too substantial for his body, and for his dried limbs, his contracted mid-section and empty body. It looked as though he was desolated by his contemplations; simply the way worm gobbles up the natural product. It was gobbling up his body. It was the best puzzle; the man is slaughtered by an idea!
The specialist said to me:" he has shocking paroxysms of anger, I have ever seen. His franticness is of suggestive kind. He has composed a diary which demonstrates his perspective and franticness inside his head. In the event that you are intrigued, I can demonstrate to you the diary and you can read it." I took after the specialist into his lodge and he gave me a diary to peruse.
Here is the thing that it contained;
"Up to the age of 32, I lived serenity without adoration. Life appeared to me exceptionally great and amazingly simple. I was rich. I had taste for something yet had never felt energy for anything. My life was astonishing with no trepidation or inconvenience."
"I had a few fancy women without having my heart torn by yearning or my spirit wounded by adoration after the ownership. Affection has come to me in a mind blowing way."
"Being rich, I gathered old furniture. Regularly I considered obscure hands which had touched them, of the eyes that had appreciated them."
"The past pulls in me; the present startles me, in light of the fact that what's to come is demise. I lament for quite a long time for every one of that has gone. I was wandering around in Rome one sunny morning, with cheerful soul, looking in the object from olden times I saw a wonderful bit of furniture, Italian furniture."
"Why did the recognition of this bit of furniture tail me with so much constrain that I did a reversal, ceased again before that shop? Its appeal enters inside me. Vendor appears to suspect my vicinity. I purchased that bit of furniture, and put it in my room."
“One night, I saw that there may be concealing spot there. My heart started to pulsate quicker; I passed the night looking for discovering the mystery in the furniture, without having the capacity to figure out any."
“A rack slipped, I saw a brilliant scarf that had fit in with some lady. I remained there stunned, trembling and exasperates! A practically unaware fragrance, so old that it appeared like the spirit of a smell, it is the most amazing."
"I took it delicately, religiously. Also, lifted it from the resting place, a weird feeling seized me, to whom had this had a place with? Why had it been quiet down in this furniture? It moved around my hand, touched my fingers. I felt myself influenced, as though I am going to sob."
"For quite a while I kept it in my grasp and I understood gradually it is surpassing my feelings. I am being influenced, as though it contained the woman's spirit. It appeared as though I am living in previous times, and that I had known this lady, and I began to cry."
"When I came to home, I had a compelling impulse to see my fortune, I took it up and felt it, and my body began to shudder. For a few days, I stayed in my typical state despite the fact that the contemplations of scarf never departed me. At that point when I had fined stroking it, when I returned it to the resting spot; it generally felt as though it's something alive. I felt it, I coveted it, and again I had a desire of feeling it and touching it."
"I lived like this for month or two, with this thing having me, frequenting me. I was glad and tormented, as in the desire of adoration. I would close myself alone with a specific end goal to feel it upon my skin. I would move it around my eyes, wave it in air. I adored it! I could no more live far from it."
"One night I was abruptly stirred with the inclination that I was not the only one in the room, I was distant from everyone else notwithstanding. However, I couldn't go to rest once more; and I was in the fever of sleep deprivation. I rose and went to take a gander at the scarf, it appeared to me sweeter. Could the dead return? The dead returned! She came! Yes I saw her, touched her, as she was alive in previous times, expansive, fair, full, with cool bosoms, with round hardened hips. What's more, I took after that heavenly, in every one of the substance's bends with my strokes."
"I cherished this ownership, she came back each night. My bliss was at the best crest. I couldn't stand to abandon it. I strolled with it through the city, as though it is my wife. But they saw it, and guessed they took me, threw me into a prison. They took it away from me, oh misery!"
The original copy halted there. "Tune in," said the specialist "it's just around a man who experienced passionate feelings for dead, such a crazy person he is". I stammered, moved with wonder and pity, "However that scarf, did it truly exist?" I inquired.
The specialist got up and opens the storeroom, tossed towards me a messy material. I trembled, however grasped it, shrugging his shoulder; the specialist said "The psyche of man is equipped for anything."
“Doctor, I think I want to carry this scarf with me, because I can feel, I am connected with it too.” I turned around.