after all, full of improbable incidents? Wasn’t all this just like the ancient sickness of dreaming? If so—does it really matter whether I describe one more absurdity, or one less? Besides that, I am sure, sooner or later, I will succeed in including each and every one of these absurdities in some sort of syllogism. This calms me and I hope it calms you, too . . . . . . How fulfilled I am! If only you knew how filled to the full I am!
