For my part, it made me sick to hear of eating.

I had been dead-heavy before, and now I felt a kind of dreadful lightness, which would not suffer me to walk.

I drifted like a gossamer; the ground seemed to me a cloud, the hills a feather-weight, the air to have a current, like a running burn, which carried me to and fro.

With all that, a sort of horror of despair sat on my mind, so that I could have wept at my own helplessness.
I saw Alan knitting his brows at me, and supposed it was in anger; and that gave me a pang of light-headed fear, like what a child may have.

I remember, too, that I was smiling, and could not stop smiling, hard as I tried; for I thought it was out of place at such a time.