_Wherein Our Hero Falters_ Next day I kept it up, varying the first day's menus slightly, but keeping the bulk consumption down, roughly, to about one-half or possibly one-third what my rations formerly had been.

Before night of the second day that all-gone sensation had vanished.

Already I had made the agreeable discovery that I could get along and be reasonably happy on from 35 to 50 per cent of what until then I had deludedly thought was required to nourish me.

Before the week ended I felt fitter and sprier in every way than I had for years past; more alive, more interested in things, quicker on my feet and brisker in my mental processes than in a long time.

The chronic logy, foggy feeling in my head disappeared and failed to return.
I may add that to date it still has not returned.