ocean burning oil cast adrift upon, no sea’s repose; pass waking ago — Iain Banks

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it is an ocean of burning oil I am cast adrift upon, no sea’s repose; I pass from waking agonies… to the semiconscious trance of torment in which the smaller, earlier, deeper rings of the brain know only that the nerves scream, the body aches, and there is no one to turn crying to for comfort.

Iain Banks

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