[Crowbob]

At some point during those days of debauchery and hedonistic excess, I witnessed a child, a boy on a bicycle, being struck by a slow-moving car.

At my immediate arrival, his lower leg being twisted in a grotesque and unnatural shape, prevented him, against all his might combined with his profound horror, from standing.

Lie there, boy! I told him as I grasped him an embrace, 'It will pass'.