One evening when I had taken a lot of milk and bread, more than the spirits thought I needed, they kept their feelings fixed upon [the idea of] intemperance, of which they accused me. This caused an odor of human dung, coming from the solids, and a foul urinous smell from the liquids, to invade my nostrils. It persisted, and I was told that this happens to me because they hold their feelings fixed upon this kind of intemperance. They say that they smell no such stench themselves. 1748, 30 January and 1 February.