The night was dark as the inside of his pocket...
Then the storm came...vivid...enormous flashes of lightning...black boat on a glistening river, spectral green trees...blue-white lightning winking on and off like an erratic spotlight in some prodigious theater.
...Carondelet surged on...running heavily like a man in a nightmare. ...tall jets of revealing flame; and with these flares as beacons, while great sheets of lightning lit the river...Carondelet kept on coming.
