I was lying there trying to control the fear. I did not know much about this uremic poisoning. A woman I'd known slightly in Texas had died of it after drinking a bottle of beer ever hour, night and day, for two weeks.
by William S. Burroughs
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The narrator reflects on their struggle with fear while facing the unknown aspects of uremic poisoning. This condition is linked to kidney failure, and the narrator's thoughts are triggered by a past acquaintance from Texas who tragically succumbed to it. The woman's story serves as a cautionary tale, highlighting the dangers of excessive drinking, as she consumed a bottle of beer every hour for two weeks, which ultimately led to her demise.

This experience underscores the narrator's apprehension and lack of knowledge regarding their own situation. The mention of the woman's fate instills a sense of urgency and dread, emphasizing the potentially severe consequences of neglecting one's health. The fear of such an illness looms over the narrator as they grapple with the emotional and physical toll it takes on them.

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