He does all the Popeye voices, but prefers Olive Oyl's. He has noises for the nittles, the grawlix, the quimps, the jarns.

He thought it quite possible that his brain in sleep had at last become so active, through the exhausting and depleting medical regime that he went through in Malines, that it actually was able to dictate its will to his body, and that everything might have happened to him as it did then and afterwards without any supernatural or ultranatural agency whatever—without a Martia!

After all why should not our movement be a cause of their change of shape according to definite laws just as well as our squeezing them with our fingers if they chance to be made of some bendsome material ?

Not to rub it in, but I'm working from home. So I took a swim this morning and have been thoroughly enjoying the beautiful weather.