Cirrus@Austlit

'It's reported that some nights, as a young child, I would sit bolt-upright and say, ‘Ouch,’ then immediately jack-knife back down. Some days, I would drag a paralysed leg behind me, only slightly confused to be shunting through the sandpit in the manner of a mad scientist’s assistant. I have only brief fashes of my parents looming over my bedside, partially obscured by darkness, and no memory of the syringe in my father’s hand.' 

 (Introduction)