After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
The dead play a very prominent part in the experience of the wanderer abroad. The houses in which they were born, the tombs in which they lie, the localities they made famous by their good or evil deeds, and the works their genius left behind them are necessarily the chief shrines of his pilgrimage.
Now the Tombs, like the name says, are so horrible that they had to close it down. Today it doesn’t exist and people go in the electric chair and all that.