在这一点上，如果我宣布我痒，眨眼，几乎以一种不真实的感觉震惊，这可能会使我看起来更加人性化。对不起。不是这样。我承认自己缺乏可怕的缺乏。我看到，听到，感觉，口味或气味的任何东西对我来说都是真实的。我对我的感官的轻信玩法对我来说没有什么是不真实的。即使在我被撞到头上或醉酒的时候，或者在一次怪异的冒险中，即使在可卡因的影响下，这种装甲的信誉也是大陆。
(It might make me seem more human at this point, which is to say more sympathetic, if I were to declare that I itched and blinked and nearly swooned with a feeling of unreality. Sorry. Not so. I confess to a ghastly lack in myself. Anything I see or hear or feel or taste or smell is real to me. I am so much a credulous plaything of my senses that nothing is unreal to me. This armor-plated credulity has been continent even in times when I was struck on the head or drunk or, in one freakish adventure that need not concern this accounting, even under the influence of cocaine.)