“One of my confreres sketched an explanation that attracted me: since the process of digestion is under the control of the brain, its cessation gave repose to the brain, allowed it a vacation.”
“He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.”
“You can't process me with a normal brain.”
“For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.”
“....my brain works like an etch-a-sketch; even the slightest movement causes it to go completely blank.”
“I didn’t like how my body seemed to be intent on sabotaging my brain, especially since my brain was so good at sabotaging itself.”