He was endeavoring self-diagnoses, trying to figure out what he was, or had become, for the first time in his life, he had taken the time, as if he was forced to take this opportunity, this moment in time to look at himself, perhaps he was one big leg, I mean that is what he saw moving to and fro, or a limb-as to an arm on a body, that also seemed to flash here and there, before his eyes. All conjecture of course, but nonetheless, motives for his self-diagnoses, reasons or grounds to be cultivated, looked at.