But if we are in the right mood, a second of such lethargy is enough to make a hypnagogic [translating hypnagogische] hallucination appear, after which perhaps we reawaken, until the oft-repeated performance is brought to an end by sleep.

He said, she said. We'll never know what really happened.

In the end, truth is stranger than fiction: reality has more complications, more unanticipable twists and turns than fiction could ever imagine.

Drive down Main for three quarters of a mile, then make a sharp right turn onto Pine.