V. Gnothi Seauton.
WITH one more of my dream-stories I shall bring these fragmentary Confessions to a close. I might, if I so chose, write a great deal more; but I fear lest any longer chronicle of my grotesque fantasies might weary the reader; and I feel that such matters as those of which I am treating are possibly, like highly flavoured meats, more easily digested when taken in small quantities than when devoured wholesale.
In writing down this story I have discarded a few extravagant and jarring incidents that in my dreams spoilt the continuity of the development. I have, moreover, tacked together stray pieces, and supplied the material upon which to patch them together. The tale is, nevertheless, the history of a dream or of a succession of dreams, and it contains but little foreign matter.
