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But I can always pret­ty sat­is­fac­to­ri­ly account for all my pos­ses­sions.

Per­haps it would be the exag­ger­a­tion of eulo­gy to call me a tidy per­son. For in tak­ing things out of my own pock­et I had at least one of the more tense and quiv­er­ing emo­tions of the thief I had a com­plete igno­rance and a pro­found curios­i­ty as to what I should find there. My act can real­ly with some rea­son be so described. I have only once in my life picked a pock­et, and then (per­haps through some absent-mind­ed­ness) I picked my own. No one but GKC could turn a train ride with nothing to read into an adventure in pickpocketing (his own pockets, no less!) with such delightful results.

If today is one of those days for you, enjoy. Some days, you just need a good visit with G.K.