Ghali looked inside the burner of his pipe. It had never been that full. Not when he was smoking alone. He lit the candle by the fireplace, and began to smoke.
Get a hold on yourself, Ghali. Get a damned hold on yourself.
The first breath almost had him collapse at first, but the dizziness did not last longer than a few moments.
Is that how much it takes to make you go insane? Desire and sense of guilt?
The second had a similar effect to the first, but it lasted a little longer.
You are feeling too much, for too many. And pretending you don't feel anything is not enough.
He soon lost the count. No man can smoke, think and count at the same time.
Get a hold on yourself. Get a hold on yourself before the leash is too far to grasp. Get a hold on yourself before you lose the leash. If you lose the leash, you only get a noose.
His eyes wanted to close, but he would not allow it. The candle was lit, and he would not put it off until there was nothing but ashes in the burner.
You are a bladder full of feces, and you must be emptied and washed before you can be filled again with wine.
The pipe was empty. No more decent smoke would come from it. So he put it down, and he blew off the candle. He stood up, only to collapse on the floor just a moment later.
And mind where you shit, next time.
