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.
Chapter Eight: Before this revelation is possible, the world must sleep away the intoxication of her poisoned chalice, which was filled with the false life of the theological vine.
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.
With a smile, she drifted off to sleep, the sound of the wind in the willow trees outside her window a soothing lullaby, a reminder that life, like the garden, is a continuous work in progress.
" 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."