I have to get out.

“Moths," repeats Will. "You're afraid of moths?" "Not just a cloud of moths," sh…”

“Quien quiera que sea, me gusta. Es fácil para mi admitirlo ahora, en la oscurid…”

“So small as to be negligible.It's strange, but there's something in that though…”

“Come on,'he says.' I have something else to show you.”