midnight
The absence of it was torture ! Light -- to vivify the stifling air , which died as this man was dying -- as I should die -- in blinding mirk ! Moisture broke out all over my body , and cold dew stood on my forehead . How could human lungs breathe the midnight of blackening walls ? The place was hot with the hell of confinement . I said over and over -- `` O God , Thou art Light ! -- in Thee is no darkness at all ! ''