“They do persecute beasts so long, till in the end they themselves degenerate into beasts.”
Once again, I was about to move on from this section and make some goddamned progress, but then I didn’t because I drew another goddamned picture. Maybe “immoderate desire of hawking and hunting” is an archaic source of melancholic debauchery, but then again, maybe this is the quote that finally appeals to a mass audience and gets people reading The Anatomy of Melancholy again. I kid, obviously.
I have no freaking idea what speaks to people, being more gremlin than person half the time, but I do like bunnies.
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.