‘And then, just before I went under, I suddenly stopped caring. I’d been clutching the empty bottle like grim death, I remember, as if I were holding on to life, in a way. But quite soon I didn’t in the least mind going; I felt too tired, somehow. And yet if someone had shaken me and said, “Come on, you’re not going, you’re coming back,” I really believe I should have started trying to make the effort, trying to get back. But nobody did and so I just thought Oh well, here we go, it doesn’t matter all that much. Curious sensation.’
