Wolf Larsen was unconscious, but it was a matter of minutes for the fresh air to restore him. We were working over him, however, when he signed for paper and pencil. I am smiling. I can think more clearly than ever in my life before. Nothing to disturb me.
Concentration is perfect.
I am all here and more than here. And there, in so strange sepulture, his spirit fluttered and lived. All rights reserved.