The Importance of Imagination

Yvonne Iliach locked the door and began to examine himself in the glass. Don Iliic walked away, went to his room, lay down, and began musing. He recalled all the doctors had told him of how it detached itself and swayed about. There was something, a small thing, in the vermiform appendix. It might all come right. Only stimulate the energy of one organ and check the activity of another. Then absorption would take place and everything would come right. At eleven o'clock he said goodnight and went to his bedroom. Since his illness he had slept alone in a small room next to his study.