subtly, easily, soundlessly, as if he were an intangible atmosphere, he merged with the resting body, became one with it in a sudden and inexplicable chemistry, realized in a brief flash of agony that this was his real identity, that this was himself; and just before the curtain of dark fell, he looked out of the young man's abruptly opened eyes, saw the endless sea of the crowd's face, heard again the animal scream of its hatred, felt their brutal hands upon his body, saw their fists upraised to smash bloodily downward, felt an instant shock of pain, and then the sea of blood darkened and he swam in utter blackness and knew no more.


john williams,
nothing but the night.