But I cannot sleep and I open my eyes again in the black Nothingness.
It has no knowledge nor any real existence
But the gloom takes weight and stiflingly presses upon us.
Oh! oh!
I shudder from head to foot and I cry aloud in my anguish!
And I leap out of bed and run hither and thither, striking my head against the walls.
And I see again these frightful places and I meet
Only Madness and Horror!
—Am I keeping you awake, my child?
Cébès: I cannot sleep.