He returned to the asylum, where he died in his late sixties in 1911. The intensity of his infection is what makes this work so haunting. At several points, he tries to escape his body. It is a time and a space where one finds oneself captured in a vortex that turns ruinous. The very mechanism that controls the self is the one that permits the vortex to go out of control.
Nothing can stop it.
The last vision we have of Schreber is of a man in his late sixties, locked in a room with barred window that faces on the sun.