Diary of a Drug Fiend

Cold Turkey 229 two people here. I, myself, am the Woman clothed with the Sun, writing down my experiences. The other is Lou Pendragon, an animal dying in agony from thirst. I said the last word aloud, and Peter caught it up. He crawled away from the grate towards me croaking out :— “Not the thirst benign That calls the worker to wine; Not the bodily thirst (Though that be frenzy accurst) When the mouth is full of sand, And the eyes are gummed up, and the ears Trick the soul till it hears Water, water at hand, When a man will dig his nails In his breast, and drink the blood Already that clots. and. stales Ere his tongue can tip its flood.” His mind had gone back to infancy. He thought that I was his mother, and came to me to be nursed. But when he came near, he recognised me and crawled away again, hurriedly, like a wounded animal trying to escape from the hunter... . Most of the time, when we have energy to talk at all, we discuss how to get more H. and C. The C. has been fmished long ago. It’s no good without the H. We could go to Germany and get it; or even to London, but something keeps us from decision. I, of course, know what it is. It is necessary for me to undergo these torments that I may be purified completely from the flesh. But Peter doesn’t understand at all. He blames me bitterly. We go over the whole thing again and again. Every incident since we met is taken in turn as the cause of our misery Sometimes his brutal lust revives in his mind. He thinks I am a vampire sent from Hell to destroy him ;