I found that I was more elastic than before, and more susceptible to sudden impressions; I was conscious of the ebb and flow of blood through my heart, felt it when it eddied up into my face, and touched my brain with its flame-colored wave.

I loved life again.

The stuff of which each day was woven was covered with an arabesque which suited my fancy.

I missed nothing that the present unrolled for me, but looked neither to the past nor to the future.

In truth there was little that was elevated in me.