I daresay it all comes down to a definition of happiness. Not until some weeks of American diet had revolutionized my exterior did my interior completely resume the contours of normality.
I am particularly neither ashamed nor proud of this one might nearly say mental catastrophe. In the latter case I certainly have no right to boast, even should I find myself so inclined; for B. I recall that we appealed to Monsieur Ree-chard together, B. I recall that Monsieur Ree-chard decreed a bain for B. I, on the contrary, obtained a speck of zinc ointment on a minute piece of cotton, and considered myself peculiarly fortunate.
I stood and stared at him very stupidly without answering, having indeed nothing at all to say. You ought to be extraordinarily thankful and particularly happy! I really believe that my condition worried him, incredible as this may seem.
Of an afternoon I sat with Jean or Mexique or The Zulu on the long beam of silent iron, pondering very carefully nothing at all, replying to their questions or responding to their observations in a highly mechanical manner. One afternoon I was lying on my couch, thinking of the usual Nothing, when a sharp cry sung through The Enormous Room:.
I sat up. I went to another window and looked out. Sure enough. Snow was falling, gradually and wonderfully falling, silently falling through the thick soundless Autumn.
