Henri Tempier, in Marseille, was worried about Eugene’s illness and insisted doctors be consulted. Eugene obeyed and humorously commented:
… Let us come to my own situation, since I must refer to it. Yesterday was not entirely good; I took flight when I saw the doctors arrive but did not escape, however, their charitable pursuit…
Still looking on the bright side, he reported that someone had obviously irritated him in conversation on which he gave his opinion:
… The day has been quite good for me, apart from a somewhat too animated conversation which agitated me and made me resolve to let the world go by on its own, if I can, even if they declare to me that bulls fly, although I would be more inclined to believe that asses talk.
Letter to Henri Tempier, 16 May 1829, EO VII n 331
Optimism aside, this was the last letter he was to write for several months as his illness took over.