Choler is hot and dry, bitter, begotten of the hotter parts of the chylus, and gathered to the gall: it helps the natural heat and senses, and serves to the expelling of excrements.
Hm… that quote reminds me of… someone… who might be president right now. Can’t place it. I guess I will just draw an angry little orange beast.
If the T-word had been alive four hundred years ago, he would have been treated for an excess of choler FOR SURE. Can someone get the president some leeches?
This post is part of a long, tedious, and very illustrated read-along of Robert Burton’s The Anatomy of Melancholy – more info here and follow along on Facebook here. Illustrations posted via devon_isadevon on Instagram.