for all that, however, i spent a very interesting hour, and so, i dare say, did he. there was so great a contrast between us that i am sure we must both have felt it; anyhow, i felt it acutely. here was i, with my days numbered, and he, a man in the full vigour of life, living in the present, without the slightest thought for ‘final convictions,’ or numbers, or days, or, in fact, for anything but that which-which well, which he was mad about, if he will excuse me the expression as a feeble author who cannot express his ideas properly.