I often think it is the nearest to death I have ever been.

I have only Nelson's description of my behaviour to go by.
I was scorching up, burning alive internally, in an agony of fire and suffocation, and I wanted air.

I madly wanted air.

My efforts to raise a window were vain, for all the windows in the car were screwed down.
Nelson had seen drink-crazed men, and thought I wanted to throw myself out.

He tried to restrain me, but I fought on.