I wasn't aware of the same things as everyone else - creeping neuralgia, suffocating love-birds, mad dragoons in the sky - but I pretended: made up visions like a shamanic depressive, bubbled and frothed, drank the same salty water and never felt better.
I tried, Lord, I tried to be as insane as the rest of them but it just didn't work. I felt saner than ever. Lucid. In good spirits.
Twenty four days later I started eating the raft and my logic was still impeccable.