precipitation. Finally I reached the bottom: but, as my feet touched the stone pavement, they clung to it and grew to it and became one with it; and when I looked for my sylph, she had turned into a creature like a bat with long crane like legs, and stood laughing at me there, and assuring me that never, never again should I budge from the centre of the earth. And sometimes "Keef" merges into a kind of witches' sabbath, a grotesquely revolting danse macabre. I can best illustrate this kind of transition by means of a story. I do not mean to say that the incidents which are described occured to me in consecutive order. In my dream I simply was conscious of the two conditions; first the "Keef" state, the state of blissful happiness and contentment, and second the nightmare of horror, disgust, rebellion and fiendish revengefulness and exultation. Each of the two came before me as a mental panorama. The one merged into the other, I scarcely know how. They were separated, and yet intimately blending, just like dissolving
