ABSTRACT
Shortly after I had been put in jail - not for any crimes of which my persecutors and the jealous could convict me but, as it has since then been clearly shown to their shame, only because of the injustice done to me, or perhaps of some secret judgement of God - one Friday around midnight, I was studying in the room where I usually stayed and which was witness to my thoughts. At that time a great desire to sleep came over me, and so I stood a while and paced to and fro in that same room but, suddenly overcome by drowsiness, I had to lie down on the bed, and all at once, without undressing, I fell asleep, not in the usual way, but as the sick or the hungry sleep.
