"In continuing the observation further, I discovered that many of
the foods that I was accustomed to take contained hard, insoluble
ingredients or cottony fibre that got more and more cottony and
refractory with mastication. In trying coffee, my favourite beverage,
as you told me I might do if I handled it rightly in the mouth, I
tasted it until it was absorbed or swallowed involuntarily just as
you told me the expert wine-tasters and tea-tasters do. I sipped
and enjoyed my small cup of coffee as I had never done before in my
life, and knew afterwards that it had not hurt me as usual, as no
immediate protest came from the stomach, which formerly had been the
case. I slept the 'sleep of the just' that night, and awoke in fine
form next morning. From that day to this I have not been troubled with
indigestion, and during these five years I have not been sick a day
or an hour or a moment, and have slept like a babe. I haven't kept my
weight quite down where it ought to be for best comfort, but I have
supported the burden with my general good health and digestion. My
temptations to lapse have been enormous, for I have had the good fare
of two continents thrown at me by most enticing invitation, and I have
run the gantlet of extraordinary _menus_ without phasing, with the
results I have recounted.
"Do you remember the day of the public funeral of General Grant, when
his tomb on the Riverside Drive--Morningside Heights--was dedicated?
You remember that we had been invited to Mr. H----'s to witness the
parade and take lunch? How we were caught on the wrong side of the
procession on Fifth Avenue and were hurrying to get ahead of the column
and across to the other side of the Avenue? Well! do you remember
how we puffed and blowed when we had run a couple of blocks and how
we were red in the face and nearly knocked up? We were both fat then
and short-winded, and we never would have been able to get to our
destination if I had not hypnotised a policeman and persuaded him to
lead us across the Avenue like a pair of emergency hospital cases or
disorderly arrests.
"Since then you have had your experience of recovery as the result of
your deliberate experiment made for a purpose, and I have had mine as
the result of noting the improvement in you, and for all of which I owe
you my life, whatever that may be worth.
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