Briefing for a Descent Into Hell - Doris May Lessing [2]
Nothing from Police. No reports of any small boats yachts or swimmers unaccounted for. Patient continues talking aloud, singing, swinging back and forth in bed. He is excessively fatigued. Tomorrow: Sodium Amytal. I suggest a week’s narcosis.
DOCTOR Y. 17TH AUGUST.
I disagree. Suggest shock therapy.
DOCTOR X. 18TH AUGUST.
Very hot. The current is swinging and rocking. Very fast. It is so hot that the water is melting. The water is thinner than usual, therefore a thin fast rocking. Like heat-waves. The shimmer is strong. Light. Different textures of light. There is the light we know. That is, the ordinary light let’s say of a day with cloud. Then, sunlight, which is a yellow dance added to the first. Then the sparkling waves of heat, heat waves, making light when light makes them. Then, the inner light, the fast shimmer, like a suspended snow in the air. Shimmer even at night when no moon or sun and no light. The shimmer of the solar wind. Yes, that’s it. Oh solar wind, blow blow blow my love to me. It is very hot. The salt has caked my face. If I rub, I’ll scrub my face with pure sea salt. I’m becalmed, on a light, lit, rocking, deliriously delightful sea, for the water has gone thin and slippery in the heat, light water instead of heavy water. I need a wind. Oh solar wind, wind of the sun. Sun. At the end of Ghosts he said the Sun, the Sun, the Sun, the Sun, and at the end of When we Dead Awaken, the Sun, into the arms of the Sun via the solar wind, around, around, around, around …
Patient very disturbed. Asked his name: Jason. He is on a raft in the Atlantic. Three caps. Sodium Amytal tonight. Will see him tomorrow.
DOCTOR Y.
DOCTOR Y: Did you sleep well?
PATIENT: I keep dropping off, but I mustn’t, I must not.
DOCTOR Y: But why not? I want you to.
PATIENT: I’d slide off into the deep sea swells.
DOCTOR Y: No you won’t. That’s a very comfortable bed, and you’re in a nice quiet room.
PATIENT: Bed of the sea. Deep sea bed.
DOCTOR Y: You aren’t on a raft. You aren’t on the sea. You aren’t a sailor.
PATIENT: I’m not a sailor?
DOCTOR Y: You are in Central Intake Hospital, in bed, being looked after. You must rest. We want you to sleep.
PATIENT: If I sleep I’ll die.
DOCTOR Y: What’s your name? Will you tell me?
PATIENT: Jonah.
DOCTOR Y: Yesterday it was Jason. You can’t be either, you know.
PATIENT: We are all sailors.
DOCTOR Y: I am not. I’m a doctor in this hospital.
PATIENT: If I’m not a sailor, then you aren’t a doctor.
DOCTOR Y: Very well. But you are making yourself very tired, rocking about like that. Lie down. Take a rest. Try not to talk so much.
PATIENT: I’m not talking to you, am I? Around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and …
NURSE: You must be feeling giddy. You’ve been going around and around and around for hours now, did you know that?