How he found himself stepping up when he was told to step down, down when he was told to step up; how he passed through a long box against a cold sponge splatterdashed in his face; how he opened his astonished eyes to see the knife of the guillotine descending on his innocent neck; how he was tossed up and down in the cruel blanket, until brains and bowels were both "discombobulated," and he felt more than ever like a "cat in a strange garret."