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The Great Thinkeroo got to meditating along these lines:
He had noticed an Oldster who grumbled a lot. Yet the Oldster seemed in fairly good health. And according to the Great Thinkeroo's theories, a subject under such perennial vexation should be more inclined to ail.
There was the possibility that the sheer expression of his disgruntlements was a source of pleasure to the Oldster, in which case the fact of his incessant grumbling would be prima facie evidence that he was enjoying himself; and even so roundabout a mode of satisfaction could contribute greatly to the Oldster's physical wellbeing. Yet the Great Thinkeroo wasn't quite satisfied with this explanation.
Then one day the Oldster made a remark that the Great Thinkeroo judged to be quite out of character. He said that the previous night he had a marvellous dream. In this dream he had written a piece of music which a friend of his was singing. He wished he could remember the music. For it sounded beautiful to him; and though in everyday life his friend had no talent as a singer, in the dream the piece sang beautifully. Whereupon the Oldster fell to grumbling. For at the very least, if he could but remember the piece, he could write it down and judge whether it really did have the quality it seemed to have in the dream.
Of a sudden the Great Thinkeroo got a great idea. Why not take the Oldster to an expert hypnotist, and see whether by any chance the music could be summoned from the Realm of the Unconscious into the Realm of the Conscious? The experiment was tried. Gradually bits of the dream-song did get pieced together. And the Oldster (who had been a composer of sorts in his youth) became engrossed in developing the recovered fragments into a quite pretentious composition. Also, as you could well imagine, his inveterate grumbling fell away. Now he was all Eagerness.