An esteemed earnest socially awkward Victorian gentleman (perhaps a philosophical physician, perhaps an aristocratic amateur scholar) curious about understanding ailments of the soul as if they were clinical ailments that could be remedied with a tonic . Hysteria, melancholia, nostalgia, and in this case, lovesickness. Not emotional devestation, simply a diagnosis. He catalogues his observations with scribbled pencil notes. In his mid-twenties he embarks on a Grand Tour, a necessary rite of passage where he has all the same revelations his peers have. Such as the fact that these ancient people, although they didn’t have the comforts of modern technology, experienced and obsessed over the same human conditions, thousands of years before. Love and dying, is there anything else? He returns home and commissions a cartouche pendant (inspired by his stint in the Egypt leg of the tour), that combines and expresses his interests in history, science, and psychology. It’s a brief cheeky distraction from his cowardly and failed romances. Better luck tomorrow.