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Thomas de Quincy – Confessions of an English Opium Eater

To my architecture succeeded dreams of lakes and silvery expanses of water; these haunted me so much, that I feared lest some dropsical state or tendency of the brain might thus be making itself 'objective'.....

I suffered greatly in my head – a part of my bodily structure which had hitherto been so clear from all touch or taint of weakness (physically I mean)....

The waters gradually changed their character – from translucent lakes shining like mirrors, they became seas and oceans... upon the rocking waters of the ocean the human face began to reveal itself; the sea appeared paved with innumerable faces, upturned to the heavens; faces, imploring, wrathful, despairing; faces that surged upwards by thousands, by myriads, by generations; infinite was my agitation; my mind tossed, as it seemed, upon the billowy ocean, and weltered upon the weltering wave