Volume 2 — TWENTY-SIXTH PAPER.
Reading edition
IF I even knew how it is built, and in what way one dies upon it; but it is horrible, I do not know this.
The very name of it is frightful, and I cannot understand how I have hitherto been able to write and utter it. The idea I attach to this hateful name is vague, undefined, and therefore more sinister. I construct and demolish in my mind continually its hideous scaffolding.
I dare not ask a question about it; yet it is dreadful not to know what it is, and how to act. I fancy there is a sort of hollow, and that you are laid on your face, and—
Ah, my hair will be white before my head falls!