My body was going on without the direction of my brain, for my mind was filled with craziness.

I was like a drunk man who keeps running, for he knows that if he stops he will fall, and I had a sort of bet with myself not to lie down--not at any rate just yet.

If I lay down I should feel the pain in my head worse.

Once I had ridden for five days down country with fever on me and the flat bush trees had seemed to melt into one big mirage and dance quadrilles before my eyes.

But then I had more or less kept my wits.