My manuscripts sleep, while I cannot, for I am covered with poultices.
The three most celebrated doctors on the island have been to see me. One sniffed at what I spat, the second tapped where I spat from, and the third sounded me and listened as I spat. The first said I was dead, the second that I was dying and the third that I'm going to die.
Play Mozart in memory of me.
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