It only curled the cruel-looking upper lip, while the lower continued to hang thick, and sensual, and drawn into a protuberance in the middle.
Gradually he seemed to himself, as he drank, to be recovering the common sense of his self-vaunted, vigorous nature.

He assured himself that now he saw plainly the truth and fact of things--that his present outlook and vision were the true, and the horrors of the foregone night the weak soul-gnawing fancies bred of a disordered stomach.

He was a man once more, and beyond the sport of a foolish imagination.
Alas for the man who draws his courage from wine! the same ALAS for the man whose health is its buttress! the touch of a pin on this or that spot of his mortal house, will change him from a leader of armies, or a hunter of tigers in the jungle, to one who shudders at a centipede! That courage also which is mere insensibility crumbles at once before any object of terror able to stir the sluggish imagination.

There is a fear, this for one, that for another, which can appall the stoutest who is not one with the essential.
Lord Mergwain emerged from the influence of his imagination and his fears, and went under that of his senses and himself.

He took his place beside the Christian in his low, common moods, when the world, with its laws and its material insistence, presses upon him, and he does not believe that God cares for the sparrow, or can possibly count the hairs of his head; when the divine power, and rule, and means to help, seem nowhere but in a passed-away fancy of the hour of prayer.