THE AWAKENING
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What a thing! this unity—the self! Who can its as after we awaken, the and of its interweaving, rebuilding, the of the soul, the and of the to the subconscious, the to consciousness, until at last we ourselves again. And as it to most of us after the night's sleep, so it was with Graham at the end of his slumber. A cloud of taking shape, a cloudy dreariness, and he himself somewhere, recumbent, faint, but alive.
The a personal being to gulfs, to epochs. Gigantic that were terrible at the time, left memories, creatures, scenery, as if from another planet. There was a impression, too, of a conversation, of a name—he not tell what name—that was to recur, of some long-forgotten of and muscle, of a of effort, the of a man near in darkness. Then came a of scenes….
Graham aware that his were open and some thing.
It was something white, the of something, a of wood. He moved his slightly, the of this shape. It up the top of his eyes. He to think where he might be. Did it matter, he was so wretched? The colour of his was a dark depression. He the of one who the hour of dawn. He had an of and receding.
The movement of his a of physical weakness. He he was in in the hotel at the place in the valley—but he not that white edge. He must have slept. He now that he had wanted to sleep. He the and Waterfall again, and then something about talking to a passer-by….
How long had he slept? What was that of feet? And that and fall, like the of breakers on pebbles? He put out a hand to his watch from the chair it was his to place it, and touched some hard surface like glass. This was so that it him extremely. Quite he rolled over, for a moment, and into a position. The was difficult, and it left him and weak—and amazed.
He his eyes. The of his was but his mind was clear—evidently his sleep had him. He was not in a at all as he the word, but on a very soft and mattress, in a of dark glass. The was transparent, a he with a of insecurity, and it was a him greyly. About his arm—and he saw with a that his skin was and yellow—was a of rubber, so that it to pass into his skin above and below. And this was in a case of (as it to him), a in the white of which had his attention. In the of the case was a of and apparatus, for the most part appliances, though a maximum and minimum was recognisable.
The of the glass-like which him on every hand what behind, but he it was a of appearance, and with a very large and white him. Close to the of the were articles of furniture, a table with a cloth, like the of a fish, a of chairs, and on the table a number of with on them, a bottle and two glasses. He that he was hungry.
He see no one, and after a period of off the and to on the clean white of his little apartment. He had his strength, however, and and put his hand against the like him to himself. For a moment it his hand, like a bladder, then it with a report and vanished—a bubble. He out into the space of the hall, astonished. He at the table to save himself, one of the to the floor—it but did not break—and sat in one of the armchairs.
When he had a little he the from the bottle and drank—a liquid it was, but not water, with a and taste and a quality of support and stimulus. He put the and looked about him.
The none of its size and now that the that had was removed. The he saw to a of steps, going without the of a door, to a passage. This passage ran of some white-veined of ultramarine, and along it came the of movements, and voices and a note. He sat, now awake, alertly, the in his attention.
Then with a he that he was naked, and about him for covering, saw a long black on one of the chairs him. This he about him and sat again, trembling.
His mind was still a perplexity. Clearly he had slept, and had been in his sleep. But where? And who were those people, the the pillars? Boscastle? He out and another of the fluid.
What was this place?—this place that to his like a thing alive? He looked about him at the clean and of the apartment, by ornament, and saw that the was in one place by a full of light, and, as he looked, a steady, it out and passed, and came again and passed. "Beat, beat," that had a note of its own in the that the air.
He would have called out, but only a little came into his throat. Then he up, and, with the steps of a drunkard, his way the archway. He the steps, on the of the black he had about himself, and saved himself by at one of the pillars.
The passage ran a of and and ended in a space like a and into a space of haze, a space like the of some building. Beyond and were and forms. The of voices rose now loud and clear, and on the and with their to him, and in conversation, were three figures, in and easy of soft colourings. The noise of a great of people up over the balcony, and once it the top of a banner passed, and once some object, a cap or up into the air perhaps, the space and fell. The like English, there was a of "Wake!" He some cry, and these three men laughing.
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed one—a red-haired man in a robe. "When the Sleeper wakes—When!"
He his full of along the passage. His changed, the whole man changed, rigid. The other two at his and motionless. Their an of consternation, an that into awe.
Suddenly Graham's him, his arm against the limply, he and upon his face.
