had he been able to gain any distance , and had he been able to see the flood that was harry oats in fine fine detail , he would have seen hordes and hordes of charged spear-carrying little microbes blood-like thorn-like and grinning in battalions and battalions of attack upon his heart , his lungs , his loins , his brain , his eyes , his ears and it was all a rushing drowning everything else out in yet another sprint for climax .