I would have clutched at anything that looked like a lifeline that
morning. I swallowed the stuff. For a moment I felt as if somebody had
touched off a bomb inside the old bean and was strolling down my throat with
a lighted torch, and then everything seemed suddenly to get all right. The
sun shone in through the window; birds twittered in the tree-tops; and,
generally speaking, hope dawned once more.