Thus, when they pricked a needle into his foot, he shook his foot and tried to remove the needle.

When they put food before him, he ate it, but he did not walk and did not ask for any loans, which clearly testified to the complete decline of his energy.
His soul was dead--as much as the soul can be dead while the body is alive.

To Max all that he had loved and believed in was dead.
Impenetrable gloom wrapped his soul.

There were neither feelings in it, nor desires, nor thoughts.

And there was not a more unhappy man in the world than Max, if he was a man at all.
But he was a man.
According to the calendar, it was Friday or Saturday, when Max awakened as from a prolonged sleep.