Diary of a Drug Fiend

The Ghiter on the Snow 89 this; that we seemed to be endowed with what I must call the power of telepathy, for want of a better word. We didn’t need to explain ourselves to each other. Our minds worked together like those of two first- class three-quarters who are accustomed to play together. Part of the enjoyment, moreover, came from the knowledge that we were infinitely superior to anything we might happen to meet. The mere fact that we had so much more time to think than other people assured us of this. We were like a leash of greyhounds, and the rest of the world so many hares, but the disproportion of speed was immensely increased. It was the airman against the wagoner. We went to bed early that night. We had already got a little tired of Paris. The pace was too slow for us. It was rather like sitting at a Wagner opera. There were some thrilling moments, of course, but most of the time we were bored with long and monotonous passages like the dialogue between Wotan and Erde. We.wanted to be by ourselves ; no one else could keep up with the rush. | The difference between sleep and waking, again, was diminished, no, almost abolished. The period of sleep was simply like a brief distraction of attention, and even our dreams continued the exaltation of our love. The importance of any incident was negligible. In the ordinary way one’s actions are to a certain extent inhibited. As the phrase goes, one thinks twice before doing so and so. We weren’t thinking twice any more. Desire was transformed into action without the slightest check. Fatigue, too, had been completely banished. | We woke the next morning with the sun. We stood on the balcony in our dressing-gowns and watched him rise. We felt ourselves one with him, as fresh and as fervent as he. Inexhaustible energy ! We danced and sang through breakfast. We had