Richard Rein Smith, The beast of boredom (1958)
“ Boredom was like a hungry beast that breathed in his ears with a roar of silence while he sat through several succeeding cycles.Silence. It seemed to echo in his ears as he looked about the apartment. It seemed to whisper that he was losing the duel. The Martian's trap was working: he would sit and wait, and think, and think endlessly until they were wild thoughts and he was insane. And then, the Martian would have his revenge, for insanity was a form of walking death.... ”
