Isn't it grand to be alive? A slightly stupid smile fixed at the corners of mine mien and an inexplicable joie de vivre hast overtaken my being — even though, ever the pessimist, I can't help but remember Nietzsche's exuberance in his brief recovery before a draw was had betwixt he and madness. — nevertheless, I shall eat a lovely poached egg, write a little, gulp great quantities of orange juice, and, if but for a little while, indulge in life