There it was that for years I was persecuted by visions as ugly,
and as ghastly phantoms as ever haunted the couch of an Orestes; and in
this unhappier than he, that sleep, which comes to all as a respite and a
restoration, and to him as a blessed {7} balm for his wounded
heart and his haunted brain, visited me as my bitterest scourge.
and as ghastly phantoms as ever haunted the couch of an Orestes; and in
this unhappier than he, that sleep, which comes to all as a respite and a
restoration, and to him as a blessed {7} balm for his wounded
heart and his haunted brain, visited me as my bitterest scourge.
De Quincey - Confessions of an Opium Eater
