Diary of a Drug Fiend

CHAPTER VII LOVE UNDER WILL I BEGAN to laugh despite myself. “Well,” I said, puffing at my cigar, “I do really wish you’d let me know what this is all about. Has Lloyd George resigned? ”’ “No,” said Big Lion, “it’s just you!” “What about me?” I retorted. “Why, your success, of course,” said Sister Cypris. Something, of course, quite obvious to them was hidden from my dull understanding. I turned on Basil point-blank. “What success ?”’ I said. “It’s true I do see my way through a formula that’s been bothering me. But I don’t see how you know about it. Do Hermes and Dionysus comprise a knowledge of the differential calculus in their attainments? ” “It’s very simple,” said the Big Lion. “ It involves a knowledge of nothing but the Law; and the Law, after all, is nothing but the plainest common sense. Do you remember my asking you before tiffin what was your true will?” “Yes,” I said, “I do. And I told you then, and I tell you again now, that I haven’t the time to think about things like that.” “That fact,” he retorted, “was quite enough to assure me that you had discovered it.” ‘“‘ Look here,” I said, “ you’re a good sort and all that, but you are really a bit queer, and half the time I don’t know what you are driving at. Can’t you put it in plain English?” — “With all the pleasure in life,” he returned. ‘‘ Just look at the facts for a moment. Fact one: Your 348