I tell you I know because I have done it three times--looked at my body lying there with me outside of it." "Ha! ha! ha!" Jake Oppenheimer rapped his laughter thirteen cells away.
"You see, that's Jake's trouble," Morrell went on.

"He can't believe.
That one time he tried it he was too strong and failed.

And now he thinks I am kidding." "When you die you are dead, and dead men stay dead," Oppenheimer retorted.
"I tell you I've been dead three times," Morrell argued.
"And lived to tell us about it," Oppenheimer jeered.
"But don't forget one thing, Darrell," Morrell rapped to me.

"The thing is ticklish.

You have a feeling all the time that you are taking liberties.