He opened his eyes and looked up. He shut them again and muttered to himself. "I am dreaming." He opened his eyes and the sunlight stayed there. He lay, looking at the daylight sky and trying to remember the quality of this time that had suddenly forshortened itself. " I wasn't asleep at all!" He shut his eyes and then opened them again. "I am still asleep. I am shut inside my body."
"He lay like a stone man,open mouthed and gazing into the sky.He cleared his throat and spoke aloud"Where the hell am I?Where was I?"He heaved over and lay face downwards."Can't sleep" But sleep is necessary.Lack of sleep was what sent people crazy.!"I was asleep then, Iwas dreaming. Go to sleep again."He lay still and considered sleep.But it was a tantalizingly evasive subject.Think about women then or eating.Think about eating women,eating men,lie restfull as a log and consider the gnawed tunnel of life right up to this uneasy intermission.
"The whole problem of insanity is so complex that a satisfactory definition,a norm, has never been established." His mouth quacked on." Where,for example,shall we draw the line between the man whom we consider to be moody or excitable,and the genuine psycopathic manic-depressive?"He was thinking aloud with an eye lifted for the return of the storm of terror, about how difficult it was to distinguish between sleeping and waking when all one experienced was a series of trailers."A recurrent dream, a neurosis?but surely the normal child goes through all the symptoms of the neurotic?"
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