You still live.

It won't be long, however.

Down here, you know, you simply can't get any dope.

In a little while you'll begin to suffer the torments of Hell.

You'll die of starvation and drug 'yen,' Flint, and you'll die mad, mad, _mad_! Understand me! Mad, for morphine! And I, I shall watch you, and exult!" Flint cringed, shuddering and stopped his ears.