ABSTRACT
I awoke in the middle of the night, not knowing where I was, I could not even be sure at first who I was;I had only the most rudimentary sense of existence, such as may lurk and flicker in the depths of an animal’s consciousness; I was more destitute than the cave-dweller; but then the memory – not yet of the place in which I was, but of various other places where I had lived and might now very possibly be – would come like a rope let down from heaven to draw me up out of the abyss of not-being, from which I could never have escaped by myself.
