Read the excerpt from chapter 2 of Night. We tried to reason with her, more to calm ourselves, to catch our breath, than to soothe her: "She is hallucinating because she is thirsty, poor woman . . . That's why she speaks of flames devouring her . . .” But it was all in vain. Our terror could no longer be contained. Our nerves had reached a breaking point. Our very skin was aching. It was as though madness had infected all of us. We gave up. A few young men forced her to sit down, then bound and gagged her.