It seems probable that if, upon reaching the second stage, we could recall the impressions of the first, we should find these impressions eloquent in memories of the gulf beyond.
He then resumes his exploration of the prison, determining it to be roughly one hundred paces around. I brought to mind the inquisitorial proceedings, and attempted from that point to deduce my real condition.
So, at least I thought: Long suffering had nearly annihilated all my ordinary powers of mind. To estimate its depth, the narrator breaks a stone off the wall of the pit and throws it in, timing its descent. With the particles of the oily and spicy viand which now remained, I thoroughly rubbed the bandage wherever I could reach it; then, raising my hand from the floor, I lay breathlessly still.
My cognisance of the pit had become known to the inquisitorial agents - the pit whose horrors had been destined for so bold a recusant as my self - the pit, typical of hell, and regarded by rumour as the Ultima Thule of all their punishments.
He decides to walk across the room. And then my vision fell upon the seven fall candles upon the table. How long it lasted of course, I know not; but when, once again, I unclosed my eyes, the objects around me were visible.
Could I resist its glow? They writhed upon my throat; their cold lips sought my own; I was half stifled by their thronging pressure; disgust, for which the world had no name, swelled my bosom, and chilled, with a heavy clamminess, my heart.
I saw them fashion the syllables of my name; and I shuddered because no sound succeeded. They pressed - they swarmed upon me in ever accumulating heaps. It was a wall, seemingly of stone masonry - very smooth, slimy, and cold.
There was something, however, in the appearance of this machine which caused me to regard it more attentively. But it might have been long; for I knew there were demons who took note of my swoon, and who could have arrested the vibration at pleasure. He is now engulfed by utter darkness, and a single sweet note ringing in his ears that he associates with the relief of death.
Its progress, however, is maddeningly slow and in a trajectory directly over his heart. I watched it for some minutes, somewhat in fear, but more in wonder. A deeper glow settled each moment in the eyes that glared at my agonies! Yet, for a wild moment, did my spirit refuse to comprehend the meaning of what I saw.
The first stroke of the razor-like crescent athwart any portion of the band, would so detach it that it might be unwound from my person by means of my left had. Victims had been in immediate demand. When he returns his focus to the ceiling, he discovers that the pendulum is constructed like a scythe and is making a razor-sharp crescent in its descent toward him.
He rubs the food from his plate all over the strap that is restraining his mobility. Moreover, my dungeon, as well as all the condemned cells at Toledo, had stone floors, and light was not altogether excluded.
These colours had now assumed, and were momentarily assuming, a startling and most intense brilliancy, that gave to the spectral and fiendish portraitures and aspect that might have thrilled even firmer nerves than my own. I felt that I lay upon my back, unbound.
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