evidence: "What did you say?" he asked anxiously. [...] He was shocked. "How can you say such a thing?" he cried. "Look at how lovely it is, especially now, in this moon. Look at the hills, look at the bay, you’ll be dreaming of them, man! You’ll be weeping tears of blood to get back to them." [...] It is a sentence that every neophyte might well hang over his bed and look at long and ponderingly every time he feels himself about to give birth to a bright idea. I have timed the sentence many times, and if I speak it slowly and breathingly, as Fritz did, it always takes fifteen seconds. Each time it sinks into my bowels like a very, very cold drink. If you care to pour it out rapidly and stir it briskly you will get Instant Harvard, vintage 1926, very dry.