| Quote #7
All that day he traveled, laying his course by the rounding sun. The forest seemed interminable; nowhere did he discover a break in it, not even a woodman's road. He had not known that he lived in so wild a region. There was something uncanny in the revelation. (3.16)
Despite his supposed revelation and the strangeness of the forest, Farquhar doesn't realize that he isn't actually on the road home – he's hanging.
| Quote #8
The black bodies of the trees formed a straight wall on both sides, terminating on the horizon in a point, like a diagram in a lesson in perspective. Overhead, as he looked up through this rift in the wood, shone great golden stars looking unfamiliar and grouped in strange constellations. He was sure they were arranged in some order which had a secret and malign significance. The wood on either side was full of singular noises, among which—once, twice, and again—he distinctly heard whispers in an unknown tongue. (3.17)
As he draws closer to home (and to death), Farquhar's thoughts become more fevered and paranoid. He slowly loses the ability to understand and interpret the world around him.