Chapter Five: Body Language

Already he was growing concious of his body. Small aches were becoming manifest in several isolated regions, in his buttocks and thighs, in his midriff, and on the points of his shoulder blades. The only parts of his body that he could move with any degree of safety were his head and his neck. How long would it be, he wondered, before these small aches grew into a massive pain too intense to be endured? How long before his limbs grew numb- before cried he out in pain and terror? And what would happen if he had an attack of cramp? Could he control the spasms. He began to be conscious of every undulation in the ground beneath him. Each hollow was an abyss threatening to swallow him up, each hump a mountain boring into his back, and, to add to his dis comfort, he had started to sweat. He started to cry silently in an orgy of self-pity until the sobs almost shook his body. Then he remembered that, if he moved so much as a muscle, he would almost certainly die; so his weeping ceased abruptly.

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