A Sleepless Dawn in Ingolstadt

I passed the night wretchedly. Sometimes my pulse beat so quickly and hardly,

that I felt the palpitation of every artery; at others, I nearly sank to the ground through

languor and extreme weakness. Mingled with this horror, I felt the bitterness

of disappointment: dreams that had been my food and pleasant rest for so long a space,

were now become a hell to me; and the change was so rapid, the overthrow so

complete! Morning, dismal and wet, at length dawned, and discovered to

my sleepless and aching eyes the church of Ingolstadt, its white steeple and clock,

which indicated the sixth hour. The porter opened the gates of the court,