“I’m dying of boredom,” Howl said pathetically. “Or maybe just dying.”
He was lying propped on dirty grey pillows, looking quite poorly, with what might have been a patchwork coverlet over him except that it was all one colour with dust. The spiders he seemed to like so much were spinning busily in the canopy above him.
Sophie felt his forehead. “You do have a bit of a fever,” she admitted.
“I’m delirious,” said Howl. “Spots are crawling before my eyes.”
“Those are spiders,” said Sophie. “Why can’t you cure yourself with a spell?”
“Because there is no cure for a cold,” Howl said dolefully.


Diana Wynne Jones - Howl's Moving Castle
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Howl "dying" because of an ordinary cold. One of the funniest scenes in the whole book.
I spent something about two weeks working on it (because I didn't have enough time to do it at once). Am I becoming more patient?

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