Eclipse [antikvár]

One I have to turn right, off the road. The left-hand side of the world has disappeared, suddenly gone. So I have to turn right, into the dead straight canal. The rear bumper strikes the quayside with a loud crash. Then the sinking starts. While I keep looking right I'm not particularly fright-ened, not paralysed with shock or panic as I was just now. I hear the water closing over the car roof, gurgling and sloshing. Then it begins to bubble in along the door seals and up through the floor in a muddy stream. Water pouring in, slowly and yet quickly. I stare at it with a strange feeling in the right side of my head. As though the inside of my skull is starting to glow. Perhaps this is because the oxygen is gradually being replaced by the rising, murky water which is already above my knee (where is the other knee?). Must get out. Get out. I will. A voice inside says, You'11 get out! Just wait until the water has risen even higher and the pressure inside and outside is more or less equal. I slide from behind the steering wheel on to the passenger seat. Meanwhile my thought processes continue, but somehow separately from me, as if functioning inde-pendently. The water is lapping round my neck now. Diagonally beneath me I can see the silver door handle through the gloom. I bear down on the door with all my weight,