His soul would have been appeased by a telegram.
Instead of telegrams he received doctors' bulletins, contradictory, ambiguous, elusive.

They began to get on his nerves.
Still, there could be no possible doubt that he had attained.

At any rate he had advanced a considerable distance on the way of peace.

It looked like it; he was happy without anything to make him happy, a state which seemed to be a feature of the New Life.
The New Life was not exhausting.

He had an idea that he could keep it up indefinitely.