in any way, yet I am held here an absolute prisoner in the center of the car, held more securely than if my hands and feet were tied, and I were inclosed in a strong iron cage. I can spin around in all directions, but I cannot get an inch nearer the top or bottom of the car, or approach either side.
"In order to move my whole body in any direction I must be able to change the position of my center of gravity, and this I cannot do unless I have something to push against. If I had a long pole here I could push against the side of the car, and so move my body in the opposite direction; but as it is, I have absolutely no point of resistance against which to work, and I must therefore remain here, suspended in space, like Mohammed's coffin.
"No matter what happens, here I must stay, dangling about in mid-air! Truly no one was ever before placed in such a fix as this!"
