human
The Monster, he had attempted nothing of a sustained or exhausting character. It was not long before his letters became filled with anxiety over the distance between us, and he began to write--jestingly, to be sure--of acute indigestion, which, gripping him suddenly and sharply, had dropped like a vulture out of the air. As he expressed it,
gpt
Karma has me, not by the heels, at last, but by the solar plexus first.