For me at least, in the circumstances then surrounding me, there arose out of the pure abstractions which the hypochondriac contrived to throw upon his canvas, an intensity of intolerable awe, no shadow of which felt I ever yet in the contemplation of the certainly glowing yet too concrete reveries of Fuseli.
Para mí, al menos, en las circunstancias que me rodeaban, de las puras abstracciones que el hipocondriaco se ingeniaba en lanzar sobre su lienzo, se alzaba un terror intenso, intolerable, cuya sombra no he sentido nunca en la contemplación de los sueños, sin duda, refulgentes, aunque demasiado concretos, de Fuseli.