So I kind of put myself in a trance, and nobody could get through to me for hours on end. I’d just sit there staring into the distance and they gave me a Seconal and put me in a private cell that night, and the next day I was transferred to the neuro-psychiatric ward. So it was kind of a tricky business, trying to keep from getting the shock treatment and at the same time getting what I wanted, which was out.
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
Notes for a fragmentary novel entitled The Moment, linked at the top of the page.
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