Ethel Watts Mumford,
Ether
(1923)
“ I am more helpless there, in that dream place, than I have ever been in the waking world, even when very badly hurt. I'm tongue-tied, and my brain feels like a pebble in a sling about to be thrown away—away—far away. My hand, between the fingers of my nurse, is my own hand—I know it. I feel her fingers, I am conscious of the flowing of my blood, but I have no control over myself whatever. I exercise my will—or, rather, I try to do so; I strive and strain, but all I can do is to fix my attention with all my might on what the Japanese doctor is telling me. ”
