" I must go to bed, he thought, and tried to get up from his chair. Then it came again, the rising panic in his blood, the constriction of his throat, as though a rope were being drawn tighter and tighter about it, a roaring in the ears and the agonizing struggle for breath. He did not feel the joy this time, feor it was too bad, but a great voice cried out in the crashing blackness of his mind: 'Blessed be God. "
― Elizabeth Goudge , The Dean's Watch