=4.= An oily film seemed spread upon the sky
Storm still approaching. “The oily film,” the gradual darkening
of the atmosphere.
=9.= Upon hell’s burlesque sabbath for the lost,
What could be more hopeless than “Sabbath in Hell”?
=12.= Hugh chose not, yet he crawled;
Habit keeps him moving.
=13.= He felt the futile strife was nearly o’er.
Hugh will die unless relief comes.
=14.= And as he went, a muffled rumbling grew,
Far away thunder, the next step in the approach of the storm.
=16.= Somehow ‘twas coextensive with his thirst,
Confusion of objective and subjective, a not uncommon experience
of extreme weakness.