No--not drowsiness, would God it were! It is like a shadow, a deep shadow falling suddenly and swiftly across something busy.

Spin, spin into the darkness.

The tumult of thought, the confusion, the eddy and eddy.

I can't express it.

I can hardly keep my mind on it--steadily enough to tell you." He stopped feebly.
"Don't trouble, old chap," said Isbister.