Mihi denique, quod poculis vesperi minus temperavi, nox acerba diras et truces imagines obtulit, ut adhuc me credam cruore humano aspersum atque impiatum.
Take me now. I overindulged in the cups yesterday evening and a rough night brought me such awful, violent visions that I still imagine myself spattered and polluted with human blood.
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