All is but habit. He often wonders about the clock on the wall. It might be more accuratge if only it stopped ticking. A premonition throbs in his temples. He can hear nothing.
Thunder stuns the woods as in a vicious dream.
It's already the dawn after a sleepless night. An utterly unjust fire saves his life from the book. This is not the last that's punished by language. A new wooden house is knocked down by a tree. The prisoner makes traps around himself.