The whiteness I foresaw through the whirlwinds and clamors--it is here.

An odor of ether recalls to me the memory of an awful memory, but shapeless.

A white room, white walls, and white-robed women who bend over me.
In a voice confused and hesitant, I say: "I've had a dream, an absurd dream." My hand goes to my eyes to drive it away.
"You struggled while you were delirious--especially when you thought you were falling," says a calm voice to me, a sedate and familiar voice, which knows me without my knowing the voice.
"Yes," I say!.