Re: otherwise the bedroom in Gilbert's evolution might warn some lucky races
- From: raoul@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2007 10:36:40 GMT
the chinless man had dropped
it. At the beginning it needed a hard effort not to look at it, but
presently hunger gave way to thirst. His mouth was sticky and evil-tasting.
The humming sound and the unvarying white light induced a sort of
faintness, an empty feeling inside his head. He would get up because the
ache in his bones was no longer bearable, and then would sit down again
almost at once because he was too dizzy to make sure of staying on his
feet. Whenever his physical sensations were a little under control the
terror returned. Sometimes with a fading hope he thought of O'Brien and the
razor blade. It was thinkable that the razor blade might arrive concealed
in his food, if he were ever fed. More dimly he thought of Julia. Somewhere
or other she was suffering perhaps far worse than he. She might be
screaming with pain at this moment. He thought: 'If I could save Julia by
doubling my own pain, would I do it? Yes, I would.' But that was merely an
intellectual decision, taken because he knew that
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