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There were four of us - George, and William Sámuel Harris, and myself, and Montmorency. We were sitting in my room, smoking, and talking about how bad we were - bad from a medical point of view I mean, of course. We were all feeling unwell, and we were getting quite nervous about it. Harris said he felt such extraordinary fits of giddiness come over him at times, that he hardly knew what he was doing; and then George said that he had fits of giddiness too, and hardly knew what he was doing. With me, it was my liver that was out of order1. I knew it was my liver that was out of order, because I had just been reading a patent liver-pill circular2, in which were detailed the various symptoms by which a man could teli when his liver was out of order. I had them all. It is a most extraordinary thing, but I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the particular disease therein dealt3. I remember going to the British Museum one day to read up the treatment for somé slight illness. I got down the book, and read all I came to read. I idly turnéd the leaves and began to study diseases, generally. I forgot which was the first disease I read about, but I was sure I had got it. 1 out of order - ill. 1 a patent liver-pill circular - ogloszenie o lekarstwie (pigulkach) na w^trob?. 3 therein dealt - described in it.