I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
And one of his partners asked Has he vertigo? and the other glanced out and down and said Oh no, only about ten feet more.
I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror.
Now I suffer continually from vertigo, and today, 23rd of January, 1862, I have received a singular warning, I have felt the wind of the wing of madness pass over me.
Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo.
What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.