" For myself, the brightness round me has had a cloud on it lately by an illness of poor Wilson’s.... She would not go to Dr. Cook till I was terrified one night, while she was undressing me, by her sinking down on the sofa in a shivering fit. Oh, so frightened I was, and Robert ran out for a physician; and I could have shivered too, with the fright. But she is convalescent now, thank God! and in the meanwhile I have acquired a heap of practical philosophy, and have learnt how it is possible (in certain conditions of the human frame) to comb out and twist up one’s own hair, and lace one’s very own stays, and cause hooks and eyes to meet behind one’s very own back, besides making toast and water for Wilson "

― Elizabeth Barrett Browning , Complete Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning