...wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to descend — not metaphorically, but literally to descend — into chasms and sunless abysses, depths...hopeless that I could ever reascend. Nor did I by waking feel that I had reascended. Why do I dwell upon this ? For indeed the state of gloom which attended...

...wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to descend, not metaphorically, but literally to descend, into chasms and sunless abysses, depths...hopeless that I could ever re-ascend. Nor did I, by waking-, feel that I had re-ascended. This I do not dwell upon ; because the state of gloom which attended...

...wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to descend, not metaphorically, but literally to descend, into chasms and sunless abysses, depths,...hopeless that I could ever reascend. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I had reascended. This I do not dwell upon, because the state of gloom which attended...

...accompanied by deep seated anxiety and gloomy melancholy, such as are wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed to descend into chasms and sunless abysses,...hopeless that I could ever reascend. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I had reascended. Buildings, landscapes, &c. were exhibited in proportions so vast...

...wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to descend, not metaphorically, but literally to descend, into chasms and sunless abysses, depths,...hopeless that I could ever re-ascend. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I had re-ascended. This I do not dwell upon, because the stale of gloom which attended...

...incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to descend, not metaphorically, but literally to descend, inio chasms and sunless abysses, depths, below depths,...hopeless that I could ever re-ascend. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I had re-ascended. This I do not dwell upon, because the state of gloom which attended...

...things, amongst reeds and Nilotic mud. I seemed every night to descend, not metaphorically, but literally to descend, into chasms and sunless abysses, depths...below depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I should ever reascend. Nor did I by waking feel that I had reasceuded." • A iv.miphli't uoilei this...

...containing very interesting and striking statements, drawn from the author's own unhappy experience, may be considered an authentic document on this subject This...hopeless that I could ever reascend. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I had reascended. Buildings, landscapes, &c., were exhibited in proportions so vast...

...are wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to descend not metaphorically but literally to descend, into chasms and sunless abysses, depths...which it seemed hopeless that I could ever reascend. "3. The sense of shape, and in theend the sense of time were lioih powerfully affected. Buildings,...

...wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to desrend, not metaphorically, but literally to descend, into chasms and sunless abysses, depths...depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I could ever reasccnd. Nor did I, by waking, feel thut I hod »a*cended." • • • "Tho nemo of space, and in...