A delicious languor infolded me.

I seemed floating, far from land, upon the bosom of a twilight sea.

Existence was in itself pleasure.

I had no pain.

Surely I was dying! No pain!--ah, what a shoot of mortal pain was that! what a sickening sting! It went right through my heart! Again! That was sharpness itself!--and so sickening! I could not move my hand to lay it on my heart; something kept it down! The pain was dying away, but my whole body seemed paralysed.