Let him be bound foot and hand and left alone, and in half an hour he will be screaming for release.

The sense of impotence is stifling, and I felt as if I were buried in some landslip instead of lying under the open sky, with the night wind fanning my face.

I was in the second stage of panic, which is next door to collapse.

I tried to cry, but could only raise a squeak like a bat.

A wheel started to run round in my head, and, when I looked at the moon, I saw that it was rotating in time.