"I suppose not.

Rip! Rip! He is cold.

Did you ever see a dog shiver like that ?" He picked the little creature up in his arms.

It nestled against his shoulder with a deep sigh.
"Well, we have made a beginning," he said, turning to pour out a drink.
"It is rather interesting." Julian was lighting a cigarette.
"Yes; it is--very." he answered.
Valentine gave him a brandy and soda; then, as if struck by a sudden thought, asked: "You really didn't feel anything ?" "No." "Nor I.But then, Julian, why do we find it interesting ?" Julian looked puzzled.
"Hang it! I don't know," he answered, after an instant of reflection.
"Why do we?
I wonder." "That is what I am wondering." He flicked the ash from his cigarette.
"But I don't come to any conclusion," he presently added, meditatively.
"We sit in the dark for an hour and a quarter, with our hands solemnly spread out upon a table; we don't talk; the table doesn't move; we hear no sound; we see nothing; we feel nothing that we have not felt before.
And yet we find the function interesting.

This problem of sensation is simply insoluble.