As a matter of fact, a standard joke in the coffee industry during October-November was that anyone could make a fortune if he could discover a means of unroasting coffee […]

[…] there was an ashiness about his clothes and his hair never settled and his eye had a look of tragic alarm when he wasn’t actually sleeping.

The whole conversation was merely a deceit.

So here I went the first time into a naked bed, only my drawers on; and did sleep pretty well: but still both sleeping and waking had a fear of fire in my heart, that I took little rest.