CHAPTER III.
May 24th.
Something has happened.

Something fantastic, inconceivable.

I am in a condition to be surprised at nothing.

If a witch on a broomstick rode in through my open window and lectured me on quaternions, I should accept her visit as a normal occurrence.
I have spent hours walking up and down this book-lined room, wondering whether the universe or I were mad.

Sometimes I laughed, for the thing is sheerly ridiculous.