If only one could get away for an hour or two, right outside--but one is shut up in this Forest as though it were a green oven....

I ought to be sleeping now instead of writing all this....

I must say that I had a curious illusion ten minutes ago while I was writing this, that one of the wounded, in a bed near the door which is open, began to slip, bed and all, across the floor towards me.

He did indeed come closer and closer to me, the bed moving in jerks as though it were pushed.

This was, of course, simply because my eyes were tired.