No: period. All this is junk, and all these ridiculous sensations are delirium—the result of yesterday’s contamination . . . by the mouthful of green poison—or was it by her? It doesn’t matter. I am recording this only to show how strangely entangled and dislodged human reason—so precise and sharp—can become. Reason, which has even been able to make infinity (something so frightening to the Ancients) into a digestible concept, by . . .
