When I had more than one change of raiment these appendages remained in their places, now they drop off as though I were a moulting fowl.

I have to pin myself together elaborately, and whenever I want to get anything out of my pocket I have cautiously to unpin myself, with the dread of falling to pieces before my eyes.

For my food, I allowance myself, in order to eke out as long as possible my resources.

I dine and breakfast at a second-class restaurant.

Cat, dog, rat, and horse are very well as novelties, but taken habitually, they do not assimilate with my inner man.