... The spirits evaporate, the nerves relax, the fabric is disordered, and the enjoyment quickly degenerates into fatigue and uneasiness. But pain often, good god, how often! rises to torture and agony; and the longer it continues, it becomes still more genuine agony and torture. patience is exhausted, courage languishes, melancholy seizes us, and nothing terminates our misery.... Hume, dialogues concerning natural religion. this painting is acrylic on canvas, it was painted in 02. probably the fall.