Faintly, I heard a clock strike one. I slept.
Somewhere a vast wind was roaring. It circled and swept down upon me. It bore me away. I knew that I
had no body, that indeed I had no form. Yet I was. A formless sentience whirling in that vast wind. It
carried me into infinite distance. Bodiless, intangible as I knew myself to be, yet it poured into me an
unearthly vitality. I roared with the wind in unhuman jubilance. The vast wind circled and raced me back
from immeasurable space…
I seemed to awaken, that pulse of strange jubilance still surging through me…Ah! There was what I must
destroy…there on the bed…must kill so that this pulse of jubilance would not cease…must kill so that the
vast wind would sweep me up again and away and feed me with its life…but
careful…careful…there-there in the throat just under the ear…there is where I must plunge it…then off