But there is also a very high level of cortisol–the quantities of cortisol that you’re secreting are incredible. In fact … can I speak frankly?’ I said he could, that had been more or less the tone of our exchanges until now–frankness. ‘Well, in fact…’ He hesitated even so, his lips trembled slightly before he said: ‘I have the sense that you are, very simply, dying of sorrow.’ ‘Is there such a thing as dying of sorrow; does that mean anything?’ was the only answer that came to mind.
Serotonin: A Novel
Michel Houellebecq