They speak of me as one would speak of a problematic child. This is the sort of insult that only comes to men who are short -- it's hard to be a poet when you're not six feet and a lord. Don't they know I guess what they say when I am absent? People won't admit to me what I know in my heart with an ache like that of a wound, that my illness is in my lung. Fanny smiles at everyone. My brother George has cheated me out of money to throw away on Audubon's leaky steamboats. My doctors take away my food and blood, and my friends consign me to Italy to die without their having to feel it too much.
The Pillory at Charing Cross: Augustus Pugin and Thomas Rowlandson, from Ackermann's Microcosm of London (1808-1811)
Morning Dress: from Ackermann's Repository, c. 1820
from TC: Junkets on a Sad Planet: Scenes from the Life of John Keats