Aaron would slip down on his back, and go semi-conscious.

And then he would awake, as if drowning, struggling to move, mentally shouting aloud, yet making no sound for some moments, mentally shouting in frenzy, but unable to stir or make a sound.

When at last he got some sort of physical control he cried: "Lift me up! Lift me up!" Lilly hurried and lifted him up, and he sat panting with a sobbing motion, his eyes gloomy and terrified, more than ever like a criminal who is just being executed.

He drank brandy, and was laid down on his side.
"Don't let me lie on my back," he said, terrified.

"No, I won't," said Lilly.