And it found even more sinister manifestation in the form of the lycanthrope, who did not sleep when the Moon was full, but turned into a wolf instead.
Instead of a more linear progression towards some form of climax, shows a seemingly endless cycle falling in and out of love, falling asleep and waking back up.
So tired every bone in his body was aching, he wanted nothing more than to sit here, undisturbed, for hours and hours, until he fell asleep and didn't have to think or feel anymore.
" Well, Mrs Dean, it will be a charitable deed to tell me something of my neighbours: I feel I shall not rest, if I go to bed; so be good enough to sit and chat an hour."