— Melas Kholê
Oh, how lonesome it is, to be that one from whom no person shall ever wish to receive a visit.
Thousands of years ago, it was even believed that my visitations, which were never held to be anything but maleficent, were occasioned in persons exhibiting an excess of black bile.
I’d imagine that those who currently practice medicine have long since been disabused of so preposterous an idea.
Yet, despite its being wholly misinformed, the notion of black bile’s relation to changes in the human temperament has been stuck with me from what seems like time immemorial.
But hey, it’s only a name, right? Well, I guess it must be, for if I become manifest in a given person, the unlucky soul will soon find himself incapacitated, despairing, wishing only that his old Self might return to him and rescue him from a state of anguish and torment so horrific that, until this moment, he’d never once in his life contemplated the possibility that such depths of misery might even exist.
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