tion, and finally to overthrow the existing order, and rule! The thought intoxicated me. . . .
". . . I saw that I must lead two lives. A man like myself is bound to attract notice. I must have a successful career which would mask my true activities. . . . Also I must cultivate a personality. I modelled myself upon famous K.C.'s. I reproduced their mannerisms, their magnetism. If I had chosen to be an actor, I should have been the greatest actor living! No disguises—no grease paint—no false beards! Personality! I put it on like a glove! When I shed it, I was myself, quiet, unobtrusive, a man like every other man. I called myself Mr. Brown. There are hundreds of men called Brown—there are hundreds of men looking just like me. . . .
". . . I succeeded in my false career. I was bound to succeed. I shall succeed in the other. A man like me cannot fail. . . .
". . . I have been reading a life of Napoleon. He and I have much in common. . . .
". . . I make a practice of defending criminals. A man should look after his own people. . . .
". . . Once or twice I have felt afraid. The first time was in Italy. There was a dinner given. Professor D , the great alienist, was present. The talk fell on insanity. He said, 'A great many men are mad, and no one knows it. They do not know it themselves.' I do not understand why he looked at me when he said that. His glance was strange. . . . I did not like it. . . .
". . . The war has disturbed me. . . . I thought it