I bent my head to meet it, but it beat me back.

My heart did not fail at all in this conflict; I only wished that I had wings and could ascend the gale, spread and repose my pinions on its strength, career in its course, sweep where it swept.

While wishing this, I suddenly felt colder where before I was cold, and more powerless where before I was weak.

I tried to reach the porch of a great building near, but the mass of frontage and the giant spire turned black and vanished from my eyes.
Instead of sinking on the steps as I intended, I seemed to pitch headlong down an abyss.

I remember no more..