But if we are in the right mood, a second of such lethargy is enough to make a hypnagogic [translating hypnagogische] hallucination appear, after which perhaps we reawaken, until the oft-repeated performance is brought to an end by sleep.

In the end, truth is stranger than fiction: reality has more complications, more unanticipable twists and turns than fiction could ever imagine.

He said, she said. We'll never know what really happened.

Drive down Main for three quarters of a mile, then make a sharp right turn onto Pine.