—My brain is falling apart. I feel the gray matter separating. My brain is like rotten cheese. It stinks.
—There's some sort of a corpse here. I smell it.
—Oh my! Oh my!
—I'll sneak up to her to-night and cut her throat.
—The blood will flow. It's flowing already. See how red it is.
—I am constantly being followed by three men. They are calling me into a dark corner of the vacant lot, and they want to kill me. They are already at the door.
—Who is walking on the walls and ceiling?
—Good Lord! They have come to take me.
—Who?
—They.