While i liked hamsters, too, the habitrail cage was expensive. Even i could see that the interconnecting boxes, tubes, and spheres could easily bankrupt a family and lead to addiction later in life. Because, how would you know when to stop? How could you stop? An entire city could be built with a habitrail.
I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which i sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that i have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.