"Then I wondered how long I had to live. I tried to examine myself. I felt my pulse. I could not at first feel any pulse at all. Then all of a sudden it seemed to start off. I pulled out my watch and timed it. I made it a hundred and forty- seven to the minute. I tried to feel my heart. I could not feel my heart. It had stopped beating. I have since been induced to come to the opinion that it must have been there all the time and must have been beating but I cannot account for it. I patted myself all over my front from what I call my waist up to my head and I went a bit round each side and a little way up the back. But I could not feel or hear anything. I tried to look at my tongue. I stuck it out as far as ever it would go and I shut one eye and tried to examine it with the other. I could only see the tip and the only thing that I could gain from that was to feel more certain than before that I had scarlet fever."