I've never tried it on humans: for
I've never laid down any basis of knowledge, and I've always
detested empiricism. That study, as you remember, was to come.
"Well, I'll write further about it some day. . . . But I believe
I have _something like_ this power over Farrell. . . . I put out
a feeler or two--to change metaphors, I waved a hand gently over
the lyre, scarcely touching the strings; and it certainly
struck me that they responded. You will understand that a
_table-d'hote_ was no place for pushing the experiment.
And there were one or two men in the smoking-room when we sought
it.
"Farrell found himself; talked, after a while, quite well and
easily. In the smoking-room he told me a good deal about his
early life: all _bourgeois_ stuff, of course, but recounted in
the manner that belongs to it, and quite worth listening to.
"He never wilted once, until I got up to go and drank what
remained of my whisky-and-seltzer 'to our next merry meeting.'
He followed me out to the hotel doorway to say Good night.
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