“—BUDDHA It became almost impossible to think clearly or organize my thoughts. Real or not, the process of withdrawing the ant toxin had cost me a pint or three of blood—at least that’s what it felt like. Woozy, I backed away from the precipice, retracing my path as quickly as I dared through the cavern of bats, sensing, from the increased activity overhead, that the furry fanged creatures were awakening with the dawn. I cannot say how long it took me to return to the section of cave where I had last seen the cephaloped; perhaps it was an hour, perhaps half a day … or maybe I had never left? Maybe I had dreamt the whole bat-infested chamber and the vision of Oceanus beached like a giant globe while I lay—delirious; the entire episode a hallucination caused by the real or imagined loss of blood. All I know is that one moment I thought I was slogging my way up stream, the next—I was lying in it. The prolonged immersion in cold water helped remove the inflammation from my body and eventua...lly revived me.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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