![]() I could not even picture him before me then. ![]() ![]() I would not have admitted my six-foot lieutenant even if he had called on me. I was a terrible dreamer, I would dream for three months on end, tucked away in my corner, and you may believe me that at those moments I had no resemblance to the gentleman who, in the perturbation of his chicken heart, put a collar of German beaver on his great-coat. But I had a means of escape that reconciled everything-that was to find refuge in "the sublime and the beautiful," in dreams, of course. I grew used to everything, or rather I voluntarily resigned myself to enduring it. By degrees, however, I grew used to that too. It was followed by remorse-I tried to drive it away I felt too sick. But the period of my dissipation would end and I always felt very sick afterwards. ![]()
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