After another half hour he found that the contented snuffles and grunts of the animals in the barn were inspiring him with bitter reflections on the happiness he might have found as, say, an ox. So he got up, put on his coat, and went outside. The sky had cleared, and it was much colder, the air ...
Sometimes when they came to get him and take him down to the basement it was light outside, sometimes it wasn’t. Sometimes he was able to sleep as long as he liked; at other times they were shaking him awake from a groggy trance. His treatment on the way to and from the basement grew rougher and ...