It is strange, now that the sense of hunger has passed off, what a sense of excitement I feel.

Two hours back I could have been a cannibal.

I believe I could have eaten the vice-provost--though I should have liked him strongly devilled--and now I feel stimulated.

Hence it is, perhaps, that so little wine is enough to affect the heads of starving people--almost maddening them.

Perhaps Dick suspected something of this, for he did not care that I should go along with him.