He was said to have been beneficiary to one of the noblest peerages in England. He never asserted the title, be that as it may,
furthermore, dedicated suicide in his twenty-third year. He was said to have lived in complete withdrawal, rejecting the visits even of the individuals from his own particular crew. How right? His case was peculiar ridiculous and thought the most ideal approach to carry on with his life was avoid people in general, the general population from him.
"He was a young fellow of fine fulfillments, a significant researcher, and a performer of uncommon capacity. His figure was striking for its beauty, and his face—that is to say, his normal face—was that of an Antinous. In any case, upon the back of his head was another face, that of a delightful young lady, 'exquisite as a fantasy, revolting as a fallen angel'. The female face was a minor veil, 'involving just a little parcel of the back part of the skull, yet displaying each indication of knowledge, of a dangerous sort, be that as it may'. It would be been seen to grin and jeer while Mordake was sobbing. The eyes would take after the developments of the observer, and the lips 'would gibber without stopping'. No voice was perceptible, however Mordake asserts that he was kept from his rest around evening time by the disdainful whispers of his 'fiend twin', as he called it, 'which never dozes, yet converses with me everlastingly of such things as they just talk about in hellfire. No creative ability can consider the unpleasant allurements it sets before me. For some unforgiven shrewdness of my ancestors I am weave to this rascal—for a savage it without a doubt is. I ask and importune you to pulverize it out of human similarity, regardless of the fact that I bite the dust for it.' Such were the expressions of the hapless Mordake to Manvers and Treadwell, his doctors. Disregarding cautious watching, he figured out how to acquire poison, whereof he passed on, leaving a letter asking for that the 'evil presence face' may be demolished before his entombment, 'or it proceeds with its loathsome whisperings in my grave.' At his own solicitation he was buried in a waste spot, without stone or legend to check his grave."