I found the fall beguiling my body hanging in the rushing air but when my daylight had shrunk I whised to all life that I wasn't there. I tried to make a joke. And to my shame was answered by a hundred ragged voices who spoke; you get used to it, we did you get used to it, we did. And sure enough my sight returned so many crowded the walls some even getting near the top and fighting for a new foothold there was no way up that I could see no light and no ladders, but I believed in the dice and snakes cos I was at the bottom sadder. You get used to it, they did you get used to it, they did. And down would come the gentlemen to do their good each day and talk to me with softened voices protected by their suits if grey and they would give me presents if I wanted them or no so I could make more sense of all the stupid things that I 'd let show. You get used to it, they did. You get used to ir, they did.