The thing I remember most is the anxiety I felt. I was the one who had pushed the switch to set all that in motion. A train of action suddenly moving at high speed. If anything, that frightened me more than when I had entered the house. Whatever had happened in there became acknowledged fact, and the world was reacting to it because of me. The way I see it, it was like a merry-go-round had started, spinning faster and faster, and though I was the one who had started it, I was instantly left behind. I’m not someone who ordinarily initiates action.
