To Mr.  Moreau, Physician, etc.

Paris, 16 November 1818.

Sir,

You must have received a letter from me, dated the 10th of this month, in which I complained of the ills you have made me suffer for so many years. Why do you keep silent about it? It is because you doubtless are pleased to torment me night and day without cease. I know that I am not the only one you exercise all your magical operations on, that you make thousands of victims experience your infernal furies; but as you, Mr. Pinel and our Gentlemen of Avignon, are the principal leaders of this horrible society, I believe that you do not conform to all the orders of your president Leonard, and that you put a lot of your own into it; this seems quite likely,  when I think that instead of finding some relief from my pain, I’ve suffered even more since my last letter Tell me, since I’ve been under your domination for twenty-three years: is it your intention is to keep me thus eternally? Tell me what pleasure you can find in making me so unhappy! Can only evil satisfy you? I ask you, Sir, should I hope for an end to it?

What! When it comes to your cruel maneuvers against me, you don’t even respect the places where I am, you dare attack me in church, where I often go! 

So I must suffer thus all my life? Yes, it is distressing, no doubt, but religion will soften my pain, and the time of your punishment will come.

Nevertheless, I have a consolation that tempers my suffering: God has made known to me your works and the means of avoiding even greater evils. Etienne has not left me ignorant of them. He told me that you could poison me, and even assassinate me; but God will preserve me from this side of your execrable projects.

I am sending a copy of this letter to Mr. Pinel, doctor at the Salpetrière.

I have the honor to be, 

M.B.