…which rise up before him with extraordinary reality and vividness. And each tableau has its meaning nay, not merely each tableau, but each item in each tableau from the quivering of a leaf to the hue of the sky and trees; and trees, flowers, grass, rocks and pebbles, even the glistening of the water, the whispering of the wind, the odours in the atmosphere all, all contain a whole world of suggestion of significance. And, yet again, in the fancies of delirium tremens, those wild, frightful fancies of snakes, and rats, and devils, that surround the wretched drunkard on all sides, and twist, and turn, and twirl some red, some black, some blue in these too, there may be meaning each animal, each colour, each gyration each convolution may have its individual purport. Amid the most extravagant confusion there may yet be some…