I know the exact number of dabs
because I have taken the trouble to keep count. I may be in as
great a hurry as you can imagine; I may be but a poor nervous wreck
already, as I am; I may be quivering to be up and away from there,
but he dabs me with his towel--he dabs me until reason totters on
her throne--sometimes just a tiny tot, as the saying goes, or it
may be that the whole cerebral structure is involved--and then when
he is apparently all through the Demoniac Dabber comes back and
dabs me one more fiendish, deliberate and premeditated dab, making
nine hundred and seventy-five dabs in all. He has to do it; it's in
the ritual that I and you and everybody must have that last dab.
I wonder how many gibbering idiots there are in the asylum today
whose reason was overthrown by being dabbed that last farewell dab.
I know from my own experience that I can feel the little dark-green
gibbers sloshing round inside of me every time it happens, and
some day my mind will give away altogether and there'll be a hurry
call sent in for the wagon with the lock on the back door.
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