There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary
idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious
cerebration, you will have to give the wall to your conscious brother.
kept away from my friend for a few days, so that I might notice if there were
any change. Things remain as they were except that he has parted with some of
his pets and got a new one.
He has managed to get a sparrow, and has already
partially tamed it. His means of taming is simple, for already the spiders have
diminished. Those that do remain, however, are well fed, for he still brings in
the flies by tempting them with his food.