11 A.M.
He was becoming an expert on sensations . He had formed his own idea of the Spanish Inquisition . It had never invented anything worth while , after all ! At 11 A.M. all pain suddenly ceased -- even Our Lady of Rheumatism tires temporarily of caressing -- and the exhausted man slept . What a sleep it was -- glorious , but not dreamless . He was wandering through the halls of the greatest fair the world has ever seen , and he had a purse ! The exhibitors were selling things , and what marvels he bought for Her !