And now can you tell me a little more explicitly when it was that you fell into that sleep, the date, I mean ?" "Why, last night, of course; I said so, didn't I?
that is, unless I have overslept an entire day.

Great heavens! that cannot be possible; and yet I have an odd sensation of having slept a long time.

It was Decoration Day that I went to sleep." "Decoration Day ?" "Yes, Monday, the 30th." "Pardon me, the 30th of what ?" "Why, of this month, of course, unless I have slept into June, but that can't be." "This month is September." "September! You don't mean that I've slept since May! God in heaven! Why, it is incredible." "We shall see," replied my companion; "you say that it was May 30th when you went to sleep ?" "Yes." "May I ask of what year ?" I stared blankly at him, incapable of speech, for some moments.
"Of what year ?" I feebly echoed at last.
"Yes, of what year, if you please?
After you have told me that I shall be able to tell you how long you have slept." "It was the year 1887," I said.
My companion insisted that I should take another draught from the glass, and felt my pulse.
"My dear sir," he said, "your manner indicates that you are a man of culture, which I am aware was by no means the matter of course in your day it now is.

No doubt, then, you have yourself made the observation that nothing in this world can be truly said to be more wonderful than anything else.

The causes of all phenomena are equally adequate, and the results equally matters of course.