“My friend, oughtn’t you at least to take some purgative?” I cried involuntarily.
“He is in a fever, a fever, he is feverish!” I repeated to myself in alarm.
“Nonsense!” he answered contemptuously. “Besides, in my present position it would be most inconvenient. I knew, though, you would be sure to talk of taking medicine.”
“But, my friend, how ... how do you take food now? Have you dined to-day?”
“No, but I am not hungry, and most likely I shall never take food again. And that, too, is quite natural; filling the whole interior of the crocodile I make him feel always full. Now he need not be fed for some years. On the other hand, nourished by me, he will naturally impart to me all the vital juices of his body; it is the same as with some accomplished coquettes who embed themselves and t
