Nothing to disturb me.
Concentration is perfect.

I am all here and more than here." It was like a message from the night of the grave; for this man's body had become his mausoleum.

And there, in so strange sepulchre, his spirit fluttered and lived.

It would flutter and live till the last line of communication was broken, and after that who was to say how much longer it might continue to flutter and live?
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