In addition to the rest of my numerous circle of acquaintances—with whom I generally have a rather superficial relationship—I have one more intimate confidante: my melancholia; and in the midst of my joy, in the midst of my work, she beckons to me, calling me away, even though I remain present in body; she is the most faithful lover whom I have known, and what wonder, then, that I must be instant[ly] ready to follow.