CHAPTER XVII.
MORNING I went to sleep in Chaos, and then I awoke like the first man.
I am in a bed, in a room.

There is no noise--a tragedy of calm, and horizons close and massive.

The bed which imprisons me is one of a row that I can see, opposite another row.

A long floor goes in stripes as far as the distant door.

There are tall windows, and daylight wrapped in linen.