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Everybody will say we 're crazy , but that 's a good sign . They 've said that of every reformer since -- '' But Linder was again sleeping the sleep of a man four years in France . The window was grey with the light of dawn before Grant 's mind had calmed down enough for sleep . When Linder awoke him it was noon . `` You sleep well on your Big Idea , '' was his comment . `` No better than you did last night , '' retorted Grant , springing out of bed . `` Let me see ... .