When I look past it all I only get an inkling of what tormented him. Though at least if the fire’s invisible, the pain’s not - mortal and gutteral, torn out of him, day and night, week after week, month after month, until his throat’s stripped and he can barely speak and rarely sleeps. He tries to escape his invention but never succeeds because for whatever reason, he is compelled, day and night, week after week, month after month, to continue building the very thing responsible for his incarceration. Though is that really right?
p 337