And that's enough.

It beats me how Mr.
O'Neill can go on rememberin' so much now he's got his memory started.
He just seems to unravel things out of it overnight.

It keeps me all worked up.

I feel as if I ought to whisper when I speak and every night the minute I get to sleep I find myself diggin' in first one outlandish place and then another.

And if I'm not diggin' in my sleep, your father is, with jerks and starts and grunts enough to wake the dead.