two Slim Onions.
two Truffles.
two Thin Foie-Gras Sandwiches: Four Grilled Snails: and maybe a Little Alligator Pear.
If I were a bit hungry: oh, the idea of a little supper! It would then be blestness, benediction—fruit of the very garden of Paradise!
[A mountebank’s cloak]
To-morrow
I AM so Clever. I am the Cleverest human being I know.
I have thought my Cleverness an outer quality, a mountebank’s cloak, and as such not belonging in this book of my own self. But there are no outer qualities. Everything in and about me is my own self.
My Cleverness is of high quality—even supernatural, I have thought—and is of unobvious tenors.