text:  Let me pause for one instant in approaching a remembrance so affecting and revolutionary for my own mind and one which (if any earthly remembrance) will survive for me in the hour of death --to remind some readers and to inform others that in the original _Opium Confessions_ I endeavoured to explain the reason[7] why death _caeteris paribus_ is more profoundly affecting in summer than in other parts of the year; so far at least as it is liable to any modification at all from accidents of scenery or season