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Diary of a Drug Fiend
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322 The Diary of a Drug Fiend
“Yes, I see that all right,”’ said Lou, “ and I know
Basil too well to make that kind of fool of myself.
But I’m still a little worried about this horrid efficiency
of yours. Whatever am I to do with myself? Don’t
you understand that it was really boredom or the dread
of it that drove me to heroin to pass away the time ? ”
“ That’s just it,”’ said Athena very seriously. ‘ This
is all kinds of a place for driving a fellow to drink.
And that’s why the Big Lion insists on our going through
the mill. But it takes us a very short time to realise
that there is not enough heroin in the world to tide
us over a single day in such a ghastly place, so we quit.”
Here was another of Basil’s paradoxes in full working
order. But they came quite differently from the lips
of a steady-going serious-minded person of this kind.
The personality of the Big Lion is his greatest asset
in one way, but in another it handicaps him frightfully.
His cynical manner, his habitual irony, the sensation
he produces that he is making fun of one; all these
make one inclined to dismiss everything that he says
as ‘‘mere paradox” without investigation. Lamus
is too clever by half; but Sister Athena spoke with
such simple earnestness and directness that although
she too had a sense of humour of her own, Basil’s ideas
were very much more effective when they had passed
through the machinery of her mind than when they
frothed fresh from his. I had always been inclined to
distrust King Lamus. It was impossible to distrust
this woman who trusted him, or to doubt that she was
right to trust him.”
He never seemed able even to take himself seriously,
perhaps because he was afraid of appearing pompous
or a prig; but she had taken him seriously and got
the best out of him.
“ Well, Sister Athena,” said Lou, “‘ if even heroin’s
no good, what is?”
“ T’m afraid I'll have to treat you to another paradox,”
she said, lighting a cigarette. ‘‘ I’m afraid that at first
sight you'll think there must be something wrong. It’s
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