'He ate them raw'
However, I was firm, and told him that he could not have it. On hearing this, he said nothing. Instead he went and sat down in the corner, gnawing on his fingers. I shall see how he is early tomorrow morning.
20 July I visited Renfield very early in the morning, before the attendant had done his rounds. Renfield was up and humming a tune. He had saved his sugar, and was spreading it on the window. Clearly he was beginning his fly catching again, and beginning it cheerfully and with no signs of bad temper.