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Continue to ChatMy passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fiber all over me to a delightful sensation about three degrees on this sight of faintness - if I had teeth of pearl and the breath of lilies I should call it languor - but as I am I must call it laziness. In this state of effeminacy the fibers of the brain are relaxed in common with the rest of the body, and to such a happy degree that pleasure has no show of enticement and pain no unbearable frown. Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me. - John Keats from https://whatsmyquote.com/quote/my-passions-are-all-asleep-from-my-having-slumbered-till-nearly-eleven-and-weakened-the-animal-fiber-all-over/page/5