I CLIMB THE CRAGS A SECOND TIME I remember that I looked over the brink into the yeasty abyss with a mind hovering between perplexity and tears.

I wanted to sit down and cry--why, I did not know, except that some great thing had happened.
My brain was quite clear as to my own position.

I was shut in this place, with no chance of escape and with no food.

In a little I must die of starvation, or go mad and throw myself after Laputa.

And yet I did not care a rush.