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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: anxiety about me. I have not seen him since then. And yet I feel
that it is he who has brought me into this trap, a trap from which
I may never escape alive. I will describe him. He is very tall,
stout and blond, and wears a long heavy beard, which is slightly
mixed with grey. On his right cheek his beard only partly hides a
long scar. His eyes are hidden by large smoked glasses. His voice
is low and gentle, his manners most correct - except for his giving
people poison or whatever else it was in that tea.
"I did not suffer any - at least I do not remember anything except
becoming unconscious. And I seem to have felt a pain like an iron
ring around my head. But I am not insane, and this fear that I feel
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