Well, guess what. That young scientist whom we met in Karlsbad (I think his name was Ernstein or Einstin or Einstein) was not a nut after all. As he had predicted, the inside of my body is filled with a radiation of unpredictable consequences! Now it is a question of discovering the scope of those consequences without hurting oneself. The most spectacular of all, I discovered by pure chance. I had just climbed the rock and drunk from the spring when suddenly I felt like expelling the solid waste from my body, to put it elegantly. I hid behind a thicket and started making superhuman efforts to achieve my goal. And, suddenly, a blast sounded just below me and, believe it or not, I took off at high speed on an upward trajectory. While desperately trying to pull up my pants, I didn’t stop ascending and ascending … until Karlsbad became a multicolored spot in the middle of a vast green jungle. Little by little, the gravitational force was slowing my ascent until, for a moment, I remained suspended among the clouds, and then started a descent faster and faster. Then my survival instinct made me put aside my stupefaction and put my brain to work. By a purely logical deduction, I discovered the way to stop the plummeting. The point was simply to adopt the same fetal position as in the ascent while concentrating my energy in the lower abdomen just as I had done moments before the “takeoff”. Little by little, I learned to modulate my energy and, therefore, my rate of descent, so that I managed to land unharmed in the meadow on the outskirts of Karlsbad. Fortunately, it was very early in the morning and the meadow was deserted at that time. Nor did it seem likely that anyone had seen me during my rise and fall. And, frankly, I appreciated it because the whole process was lacking in the elegance that characterizes a gentleman from “Tout-Paris”.