Agitation of spirit kept me awake for many long hours; but at length I again slumbered.
So sleepy..must rest..
It must have been drugged; for scarcely had I drunk, before I became irresistibly drowsy. A deep sleep fell upon me -- a sleep like that of death. How long it lasted of course, I know not
found by my side, as before, a loaf and a pitcher of water. A burning thirst consumed me, and I emptied the vessel at a drought.
However there was something that caught my eye. In his hand the pendulum was set so I gazed upward at it. Meaning this device was rigged above me to come down,and kill me.
It was the painted figure of Time as he is commonly represented, save that, in lieu of a scythe, he held what, at a casual glance, I supposed to be the pictured image of a huge pendulum such as we see on antique clocks.
I look around my surroundings. I find a plate of meat. Yet there is no water. Along with that I see seven large rats roaming around me.
Down -- steadily down it crept. I took a frenzied pleasure in contrasting its downward with its lateral velocity. To the right -- to the left -- far and wide -- with the shriek of a damned spirit