I was no more myself than a drowning man is who continues to struggle after he has lost consciousness.

I have no memory of my actions, but I cried "Air! Air!" so insistently, that it dawned on Nelson that I did not contemplate self-destruction.

So he cleared the jagged glass from the window-ledge and let me stick my head and shoulders out.

He realised, partially, the seriousness of my condition, and held me by the waist to prevent me from crawling farther out.

And for the rest of the run in to Oakland I kept my head and shoulders out, fighting like a maniac whenever he tried to draw me inside.
And here my one glimmering streak of true consciousness came.