Quickly the doubt and the fear grew so that he became restless and angry, and when he touched his forehead with his hand, he found that it was damp with sweat. Slowly the grain of doubt grew, and with it came fear, a light, dancing fear that warned but did not frighten the kind of fear that one gets not because one is afraid, but because one feels that there is something wrong. Sometimes it was only a flash, like someone switching off the light, and switching it on again at once, and so whenever it was white, he dozed off. He got into the habit of going to sleep during the white periods, and of waking up just in time to see the world when it was black. He watched it as it turned from white to black, and then back to white again, and the white stayed for a long time, but the black lasted only for a few seconds. It was so white that sometimes it looked black, and after a time it was either white or black, but mostly it was white. The whole world was white, and there was nothing in it. They chased each other in a small circle they ran faster and faster, and there was the sun and the clouds and the clouds and the sun, and the clouds came nearer until suddenly there was no longer any sun, but only a great whiteness. On one side he saw the sun on the other he saw the whiteness of the clouds, and as he fell, as he somersaulted in the air, the white clouds chased the sun and the sun chased the clouds. As he fell he opened his eyes, because he knew that he must not pass out before he had pulled the cord.
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