Here we have the aberration of exhaustion, the morbid fury of a life on the point of extinction.

As is generally the case, work bestows a peaceable disposition on the grave-digger, while inaction inspires him with perverted tastes.

Having no longer anything to do, he breaks his fellow's limbs, eats him up, heedless of being mutilated or eaten up himself.

This is the ultimate deliverance of verminous old age..