In a sense it's more dead than death, for these doctors tell me that even the hair has stopped growing.

Now with the proper dead, the hair will go on growing--" "I know," said Warming, with a flash of pain in his expression.
They peered through the glass again.

Graham was indeed in a strange state, in the flaccid phase of a trance, but a trance unprecedented in medical history.

Trances had lasted for as much as a year before--but at the end of that time it had ever been a waking or a death; sometimes first one and then the other.

Isbister noted the marks the physicians had made in injecting nourishment, for that had been resorted to to postpone collapse; he pointed them out to Warming, who had been trying not to see them.
"And while he has been lying here," said Isbister, with the zest of a life freely spent, "I have changed my plans in life; married, raised a family, my eldest lad--I hadn't begun to think of sons then--is an American citizen, and looking forward to leaving Harvard.