'He ate them raw'
However, I would not change my mind. I told Renfield that he could not have a cat. When he heard this, Renfield said nothing. Instead he went and sat down in the corner, biting on his fingers. I shall see how he is behaving early tomorrow morning.
20 July I visited Renfield very early in the morning, before the attendant had been around to check on the patients. Renfield was up. He had saved his sugar, and was spreading it on the window. Clearly he was planning to start catching flies again, and beginning the job cheerfully. He was humming a tune and showed no signs of bad temper.