Don't you feel sort of blix ?" he inquired anxiously.
"Blix ?" He smote the table with his palm.

"Capital!" he cried; "sounds bully, and snappy, and crisp, and bright, and sort of sudden.

Sounds--don't you know, THIS way ?"--and he snapped his fingers.

"Don't you see what I mean?
Blix, that's who you are.

You've always been Blix, and I've just found it out.