371. After walking upstairs, he could hear the water skittering behind the wall. The thunderstorm forced him to keep still, the pressure built up, outside and in him, to the point of unbearable, the brink of scream... The weight shifted, lifted: It stopped raining. Then, 'the calm after the storm'. He had to plug the emptiness in his ears. He spoke loudly, as though in order to be heard above the silence of a library.