Priestess of Delphi (via Julka2009)
John Collier (1850-1934)
'In those that are possess'd with't there oreflowes such mellencholly humour, they imagine themselves to be transformed into woolves, steale forth to church-yards in the dead of night, and dig dead bodies up: as two nights since one met the duke, 'bout midnight in a lane behind St. Markes church, with the leg of a man upon his shoulder; and he howl'd fearefully: said he was a woolffe: onely the difference was, a woolffes skinne was hairy on the outside, his on the in-side: bad them take their swords, rip up his flesh, and trie..' -John Webster.
