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Ever since my recovery from the fever I had been in the custom
of taking every night a small quantity of laudanum, for it was by means
of this drug only that I was enabled to gain the rest necessary
for the preservation of life. Oppressed by the recollection
of my various misfortunes, I now swallowed double my usual quantity
and soon slept profoundly. But sleep did not afford me respite
from thought and misery; my dreams presented a thousand objects
that scared me. Towards morning I was possessed by a kind of nightmare;
I felt the fiend's grasp in my neck and could not free myself from it;
groans and cries rang in my ears. My father, who was watching over me,
perceiving my restlessness, awoke me; the dashing waves were around,
the cloudy sky above, the fiend was not here: a sense of security,
a feeling that a truce was established between the present hour
and the irresistible, disastrous future imparted to me
a kind of calm forgetfulness, of which the human mind is
by its structure peculiarly susceptible.
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