Then they appeared to ooze off, for all became quiet save for the lapping of the waves on the shore. And, by Jove, so sedulously did these waves lap that gradually a drowsiness crept over me and not ten minutes after I had made up my mind that I should never get to sleep again in this world I was off as comfortably as a babe or suckling.
The narrator describes a tranquil scene where everything falls silent, except for the soothing sounds of waves crashing on the shore. This calm atmosphere seems to envelop him, leading to a feeling of drowsiness despite his earlier thoughts of staying awake. In a surprising turn, he drifts off to sleep, finding comfort akin to that of an infant.
This moment showcases the contrast between the narrator's initial restlessness and the eventual...
