 The agony of his soul, the torment of his youth, the anguish of his struggles, and the torture of his misery. Can you dance to it? Well, hardly. Irma, Mrs. O'Reilly, isn't it just wonderful? Oh, I can't catch my breath. Professor, you don't know how proud I'll be to be able to say, folks, this is the bed in which Professor Kropotkin slept.