Tentatively, Convenience's Reviews > Confessions of an English Opium Eater

I remember being deeply impressed by DeQuincy. This bk seemed profoundly introspective & to be written w/ great exactitude to me at the time. Full of the type of observation that's hard to pin down, like trying to remember the details of dreams that really distinguish the dreamworld rather than just things that seem banal. But, then, I read it almost 33 yrs ago. Skimming thru it now I don't see that so much.