“…But I cannot tell that to this old sinner, and I cannot comfort him either; he has made himself unable to hear my voice. If I spoke to him, he would hear only growlings and roarings.
Oh Adam’s sons, how cleverly you defend yourselves against all that might do you good! But I will give him the only gift he is still able to receive.”
He bowed his great head rather sadly, and breathed into the Magician’s terrified face.
“Sleep,” he said.
“Sleep and be separated for some few hours from all the torments you have devised for yourself.”
C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew