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My mind retains with photographic accuracy the detail of that sinister yet gorgeous night. One thing alone vitiates the value of my report while I remember what happened, I cannot remember "why" it happened.
At the actual time, I understood the meaning of every word and action because the power to do so was in me. I was in another state of consciousness. That state has passed, and with it the ability to interpret. I am in the position of a man who remembers clearly the detail of some dream to which, on waking, he has lost the key. While dreaming it, the meaning was daylight clear. The return to normal consciousness has left him with a photograph he no longer can explain.