- I've got a boat for brains: I'm wracked with storms: This late-tequila evening in the dorms has done me in, so neither soft nor firm are all the bedroom's shadow-painted forms. Unquiet ghosts, a veritable sturm und drang dance 'round my head like leaves, like swarms of those phantasmagoric pachyderms. I'm not to blame! The Worm! That Conqueror Worm unwinds, sinks, spirals, eyes me from a warm translucent kind of hell. He is the germ of my unrest and peace. I struggle, squirm, and know then I am vaquished: Hail the Worm! (The Conquering Worm!) Come wrap me in your long, soft-tendriled arms and keep me until morning safe from harm.