For the first time in his life he could not sleep well.

He would lie for hours so wide awake that his eyes grew used to the dark, and he could see everything in his room.

He was troubled, too, by bad dreams and in many of these dreams he was a living skeleton, wandering about and condemned to live forever without food.

More than once he bitterly regretted the resolution he had taken, but having taken it, he would never alter it.
His silent, concentrated nature would not let him.

Yet he endured undoubted torture day by day.