If you come to think of it, there is not much to choose between bending yourself double over a desk and sitting with your head in the pit of your stomach, meditating on Brahma.

The effect on the liver must be pretty much the same.
He went to bed thinking of Upanishads, with the result that he dreamed of tiger-shooting in the jungle.
Ah, yes, in the cold light of intellect, between doing and not doing a thing there is but the difference of a word.

That colorless negative does nothing to alter the salient image of the thing.

The fervency of his resolve not to leave England called up as in a calenture the lands that he was not to travel, the freedom that was not to be his.
The idea he had dismissed came back to him.

He flew and it followed; he veered and it waylaid him at every turn.