And I remember the fleeting bitterness that was mine as I realised that I was in a struggle with death, and that these others did not know.

It was as if I were drowning before a crowd of spectators who thought I was cutting up tricks for their entertainment.
And running there under the trees, I fell and lost consciousness.

What happened afterward, with one glimmering exception, I had to be told.
Nelson, with his enormous strength, picked me up and dragged me on and aboard the train.

When he had got me into a seat, I fought and panted so terribly for air that even with his obtuseness he knew I was in a bad way.

And right there, at any moment, I know now, I might have died.