...existence — "I lived in a continual, indefinite, pining fear . . . apprehensive of I knew not what ... as if the Heavens and the Earth were but boundless jaws of a devouring monster" (p. 166) — as well as spiritual nausea, "the fordone soul drowning slowly in quagmires of Disgust!"...

...Devil is your God?'75 As a result, Teufelsdrockh has lost his sense of inner freedom: '. . . I lived in a continual, indefinite, pining fear; tremulous,...jaws of a devouring monster, wherein I, palpitating, waited to be devoured'.76 As Jaff6 points out, however: "Without the sense of inner freedom and without...

...terrors, but rise to me, that I might tell him a little of my mind. And yet, strangely enough, I lived in a continual, indefinite, pining fear; tremulous,...jaws of a devouring monster, wherein I, palpitating, waited to be devoured. 'Full of such humour, and perhaps the miserablest man in the whole French Capital...

...terrors, but rise to me, that I might tell him a little of my mind. And yet, strangely enough, I lived in a continual, indefinite, pining Fear; tremulous,...Jaws of a devouring Monster, wherein I, palpitating, waited to be devoured. "Full of such humour, and perhaps the miserablest man in the whole French Capital...

...doubt which Teufelsdrockh undergoes in Sartor Resartus. Teufelsdrockh, during the Everlasting No lived in a continual, indefinite, pining Fear; tremulous,...jaws of a devouring monster, wherein I, palpitating, waited to be devoured.26 Thus Coleridge and Burns can be read as Carlyle's factual examples which he...

...his immortal 'Sartor Resartus' entitled 'The Everlasting No.' "I lived," writes poor Teufelsdrockh, "in a continual, indefinite, pining fear; tremulous,...No brute can have this sort of melancholy; no man who is irreligious can become its prey. It is the sick shudder of the frustrated religious demand,...

...tremulous, pusillanimous, apprehensive of I knew not what: it seemed as if all things in the heavens above and the earth were but boundless jaws of a devouring...No brute can have this sort of melancholy; no man who is irreligious can become its prey. It is the sick shudder of the frustrated religious demand,...

...terrors, but rise to me, that I might tell him a little of my mind. And yet, strangely enough, I lived in a continual, indefinite, pining Fear; tremulous,...Jaws of a devouring Monster, wherein I, palpitating, waited to be devoured. " Full of such humour, and perhaps the miserablest man in the whole French Capital...

...his immortal Sartor Resartus entitled "The Everlasting No." "I lived," writes poor Teufelsdröckh, "in a continual, indefinite, pining fear; tremulous,...jaws of a devouring monster, wherein I, palpitating, waited to be devoured." This is the first stage of speculative melancholy. No brute can have this sort...

...tremulous, pusillanimous apprehension of I knew not what. It seemed as if all things in the heavens abovaand the earth beneath would' hurt me ; as if the heavens...jaws of a devouring monster, wherein I palpitating waited to be devoured. Full of such humor was I one sultry dogday after much perambulation toiling...