Compare the following from the intro of HNTDDD:
The pain, the anguish, the futility of holding on. Should she let go, lift the dirt from beneath her nails, straighten her aching limbs and give herself over to the wind? Let it lift her and carry her weightless, burdenless to come what may.
With the beginning of TSP:
The men in black began hammering on the door at 9am, but we weren't ready. We weren't ready to let go. I needed more time:just another hour, another week, another lifetime. So we crouched together under the stairs, pressed together, whispering like scared mice, like naughty children, waiting to be found.