Chapter 32: Chapter 32

X June 20th.—Eight o’clock. The sun is shining in a clear sky. I have not been near my bed—I have not once closed my weary wakeful eyes. From the same window at which I looked out into the darkness of last night, I look out now at the bright stillness of the morning. I count the hours that have passed since I escaped to the shelter of this room by my own sensations—and those hours seem like weeks. How short a time, and yet how long to me—since I sank down in the darkness, here, o…