9/23 I am still here, as materially as ever. Illusion, _mon cher monsieur_, yet to you very real!" The voice seemed moving about. The Frenchman now perceived something like a kind of moving blur in the cabin. It appeared a sort of hole of darkness, in the light; and yet the light shone through it, too. When things pass over this blind spot, they absolutely vanish; the other eye supplies the missing object. |