Publisher's Synopsis
Like a man who reenters a closed and darkened house and lies down; lying there, remains conscious of sunlight outside, of bird-calls, and the breeze in the trees, so had Drene entered into the obscurity of himself.Through the chambers of his brain the twilit corridors where cringed his bruised and disfigured soul, there not-hing stirring except the automatic pulses which never ce-ase.
