Not Crack this time, but himself.
The boat was always turning in the darkness.
The struggle was over.

"It is better so," said the other voice, through the roaring of a cataract near at hand.

"Your mother will bear it better so.

And all the long difficulties are over, and pain is past, and life is past, and sleep is best." "But Rachel ?" She was here in the warm, swaying darkness.

She was with him.