Reacting to painkillers when velveted, Sovereign II was too sick to grow antlers last year, but has since recovered.

There was something about him, Harry, that amused me. He was such a monster. You will laugh at me, I know, but I really went in and paid a whole guinea for the stage-box. To the present day I can't make out why I did so; …

In fine, his [Nathaniel Hawthorne's] golden touch is as unfailing as was that of Midas, and transmutes whatever he lays hand upon. … [H]e so transforms incidents and transactions of the most trivial character, as to render them grand, pathetic, or grotesque. … His golden touch, we would then say, imposes no superficial glitter, but brings out upon the surface, and concentrates into luminous points, the interior gilding, which is attached to the meanest objects and the lowliest scenes by their contact with the realm of sentiment, emotion, and spiritual life.

It could be one or the other, or both. Who knows?