The Darkness of the Night

"I recollect that I have been subject to catalpsy," he writes. "My shuddering spirit is overwhelmed by the one grim danger, by the one spectral and ever prevalent idea." For some minutes after this fancy possessed me I remained without motion. And yet there was something at my heart which whispered me, it was sure. Despair alone urged me, after long irresolution, to uplift the heavy lids of my eyes. It was dark. All dark. The intense and utter raillessness of the night endured forevermore".