Iseemtorememberveryquickchangesofmindafterthatlunch。
Themuzzyexaltationoftheunaccustomedstimulantsgavewayveryrapidlytoamodelofpellucidandimpartialclairvoyancewhichisoneofmyhabitualmentalstates。Itisintermittent；itleavesmeforweekstogether，Iknow，butbackitcomesatlastlikejusticeoncircuit，andcallsupallmyimpression，allmyillusions，allmywillfulandpassionateproceedings。Wecamedownstairsagainintothatinnerroomwhichpretendedtobeascientificlaboratorythroughitshighglasslights，andindeedwasalurkingplace。Myunclepressedacigaretteonme，andI
tookitandstoodbeforetheemptyfireplacewhileheproppedhisumbrellainthecorner，depositedthenewsilkhatthatwasalittletoobigforhimonthetable，blewcopiouslyandproducedasecondcigar。
ItcameintomyheadthathehadshrunkenverymuchinsizesincetheWimblehurstdays，thatthecannonballhehadswallowedwasrathermoreevidentandshamelessthanithadbeen，hisskinlessfreshandthenosebetweenhisglasses，whichstilldidn’tquitefit，muchredder。Andjustthenheseemedmuchlaxerinhismusclesandnotquiteasalertlyquickinhismovements。Butheevidentlywasn’tawareofthedegenerativenatureofhischangesashesatthere，lookingsuddenlyquitelittleundermyeyes。
“Well，George！”hesaid，quitehappilyunconsciousofmysilentcriticism，“whatdoyouthinkofitall？”