Dr. Seward's Diary - July 20th

Visited Renfield very early, before the attendant went his rounds. Found him up and humming a tune. He was spreading out his sugar, which he had saved, in the window, and was manifestly beginning his fly-catching again; and beginning it cheerfully and with a good grace. I looked around for his birds, and not seeing them, asked him where they were. He replied, without turning round, that they had all flown away. There were a few feathers about the room and on his pillow a drop of blood. I said nothing, but went and told the keeper to report to me if there were anything odd about him during the day.

11 a. m.—The attendant has just been to me to say that Renfield has been very sick and has disgorged a whole lot of feathers. “My belief is, doctor,” he said, “that he has eaten his birds, and that he just took and ate them raw!”

Seward...Seward is a quack.  Instead of speaking to the patient and trying to calm his anxieties, all he does is let him suffer.  Why?  Why? Why does Renfield have an obsession with life forms and their various ways of feeding/preying?  We'll never know with Seward on the case.

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