Dying of Consumption

"For his birthday his wife gave him a riding crop that cost 100 francs," a writer called Arnold Ruge complained of his newly married friend, a fellow German émigré in Paris, "and the poor fool does not ride, nor has he a horse. Everything he sees he wants to have, a carriage, smart clothes, a flower garden, new furniture from the Exhibition, in fact the moon."  [Read the entire article here.]