Moreover, I felt good.

If I had felt any better I could have charged admission.

My appetite was perfect, my digestion magnificent, nay, awe-inspiring.
To me it seemed that physically I was just as active and agile as I had been in those 'prentice years of my professional career when the ability to shift quickly from place to place and to think with an ornithological aptitude were conducive to a continuance of unimpaired health among young reporters.

Anyhow--thus I to myself in the same strain, continuing--anyhow, I was not actually getting fat.

Nothing so gross as that.