Diary of a Drug Fiend

Towards Madness 219 I made him take two or three sniffs of snow. That put him right, and now he’s gone off to the inn. I’m very glad to be alone. I always felt those servants were spying. The house is delightfully quiet. As I write there are two beautiful people looking over my shoulder. They have been sent to watch over me and guide me, and prepare me for the great destiny which is in store for me. Here comes Peter with the waiter and a tray. I must hide this book. The secrets of the spiritual life must be kept from the profane. It’s all right. Peter is my soul-mate after all. We couldn't eat much. It’s only natural ; all base appetites have to be killed out before one is ready to go on. Peter ate very little himself; and then he said :— | “IT know why we couldn’t get the Devil to come the other night. It was having those servants about. I remember now that grandfather only had two in the house, and he used to send them away when he had anything big on. Let’s see what we can do to-night.” - That was delightful. That was his old self. We thought it would be a good plan to coke up pretty hard before starting.