Misery [antikvár]

1 umber whunnnn yerrrnnn umber whunnnn fayunnnn These sounds: even in the haze. i ; ' t : ' But sometimes the sounds—like the pain—^faded, and then there was only the haze. He remembered darkness: solid darkness had come before the haze. Did that mean he was making progress? Let there be light (even of the hazy variety), and the light was good, and so on and so on? Had those sounds existed in the darkness? He didn't know the answers to any of these questions. Did it make sense to ask them? He didn't know the answer to that one, either. The pain was somewhere below the sounds. The pain was east of the sun and south of his ears. That was a 1 he did know. For some length of time that seemed very long (and so was, since the pain and the stormy haze were the only two things which existed) those sounds were the only outer reality. He had no idea who he was or where he was and cared to know neither. He wished he was dead, but through the pain-soaked haze that filled his mind, like a summer storm-cloud, he did not know he wished it. As time passed, he became aware that there were periods of nonpain, and that these had a cyclic quality. And for the first time since emerging from the total blackness which had prologued the haze, he had a thought ; ! : ; II.!'' ¦ fi >!'