In the torpor of the afternoon the remembered road had the slightly menacing and elusive familiarity of a place in a dream when one thinks: I have been here, yet where is it and what is going to happen?

At this point Bellamy suddenly remembered another dream which at the time had made him smile. He dreamt he was a little tiny frightened animal called 'Spingle-spangle'. Later he did not smile. The little doomed creature was an image of what he most feared, insanity.

You daren't think, so you live in a dream.

The dread enactment of the dream had turned into a waking horror.

All artists dream of a silence which they must enter, as some creatures return to the sea to spawn.