idict

Updated: May 18, 2025

If such a feeling ever filled my bosom, it would have been most effectually disarmed by the sight of the wretched old man, a grinning, gibbering idict, half-dancing and half-shivering from the cold, over the remnants of a miserable and scant fire in the severest evening in November.

William Gilmore Simms - Confession, or, the Blind Heart; a Domestic Story