You may think you are dead, but it will be only a dream; you may think you have come awake, but it will still be only a dream.

Open your hand, and you will sleep indeed--then wake indeed." "I am trying hard, but the fingers have grown together and into the palm." "I pray you put forth the strength of your will.

For the love of life, draw together your forces and break its bonds!" "I have struggled in vain; I can do no more.

I am very weary, and sleep lies heavy upon my lids." "The moment you open your hand, you will sleep.

Open it, and make an end." A tinge of colour arose in the parchment-like face; the contorted hand trembled with agonised effort.