At this body is a history of a shadow, that is a shadow of me mystically one in another, another, another to subserve. Embody my body slipping. Embody my body slipping down, full toward its own secret sermon, sermon, sermon. A missed sermon rough, a missed sermon, sermon, rough, sent to, wrote in the Romans. On the other hand, world. I used to be there, sss, felt soft, or in a sort, readily knew who or what I was. And there by the music, ah, and therefore lost, mmm, I was. Consulted with myself about it, and, and was ready.

Hannah Edwards remembering her delirium during an illness in 1736 (source)