…and on coming to myself the garden had vanished, and I found that I was well, it took me a long time to make out what I was, but I at length discovered that I was a pair of high-heeled boots, and that I had on the top of me a pair of feet red-hot, perspiring feet that chafed my skin, squashed me in all my most tender parts, and dragged me with them over sharp, jagged stones, hot asphalt pavements the smell of which made me retch and vomit dusty roads that blinded me, and tarry roads that stuck together my lips and eyelids. The torments of purgatory are not to be compared with those I was now compelled to undergo. Whenever I endeavoured to halt, the toe-nails stabbed me in the stomach, the ankle bones prodded my ribs, and the heels came down…