On certain sheets stand Dreams, authentic or not, while the circumjacent waking Actions are omitted.

Anecdotes, oftenest without date of place or time, fly loosely on separate slips, like Sibylline leaves.

Interspersed also are long purely Autobiographical delineations; yet without connection, without recognizable coherence; so unimportant, so superfluously minute, they almost remind us of "P.P.

Clerk of this Parish." Thus does famine of intelligence alternate with waste.

Selection, order, appears to be unknown to the Professor.