I tried to get him to talk about the past few days, for any clue to his thoughts would be of immense help to me, but he would not rise.

For a moment or two he looked very sad, and said in a sort of far away voice, as though saying it rather to himself than to me.
"All over! All over! He has deserted me.

No hope for me now unless I do it myself!" Then suddenly turning to me in a resolute way, he said, "Doctor, won't you be very good to me and let me have a little more sugar?
I think it would be very good for me." "And the flies ?" I said.
"Yes! The flies like it, too, and I like the flies, therefore I like it." And there are people who know so little as to think that madmen do not argue.

I procured him a double supply, and left him as happy a man as, I suppose, any in the world.

I wish I could fathom his mind.
Midnight .-- Another change in him.