He saw the progress he was making in his work, and saw nothing else. He was wretched, but he did not know it. He was hallucinated by his objective, which he was within reach of achieving. He put up with all his sufferings, thinking only of one thing: forward! His work was going to his head. The human will is intoxicating. A man’s soul can make him drunk. Drunkenness of this kind is known as heroism.
