This trivial talk in a tavern had an immense influence on him in his later action; as though there had really been in it something preordained, some guiding hint....
***** On returning from the Hay Market he flung himself on the sofa and sat for a whole hour without stirring.

Meanwhile it got dark; he had no candle and, indeed, it did not occur to him to light up.

He could never recollect whether he had been thinking about anything at that time.

At last he was conscious of his former fever and shivering, and he realised with relief that he could lie down on the sofa.

Soon heavy, leaden sleep came over him, as it were crushing him.
He slept an extraordinarily long time and without dreaming.