It is my desire to make tonight just as clear as a bell, as I can and I’ll tell you why. A friend of mine, who came here last Friday—it’s the first time he’s been here this year—a very dear friend of mine, in fact, he’s my dentist, and I go to his home in the Hollywood hills, well, almost every weekend if the weather permits. He has a lovely pool and we thoroughly enjoy four or five hours together. But said he to me last Saturday, he said, “You know, Neville, you lost me last night. I sat down and was already to take everything you said, and I so love what you said about the lady who revised the doctor’s decision about her eyes. I said, now this is a marvelous evening as you started off. And how she was so completely convinced of this power of revision that she took it into dream, and in a dream she revised the dream, and the dream came out just as she wanted it. I thought, now, really, we are in for a wonderful, wonderful evening, and then suddenly you went off into that strange thing about David. And you lost me, completely lost me.”358 ¶1