Like a lost soul finding voice.
"Was it raving, Goodwin?
Or could he have been--how was it he put it--in touch with these Things and their purpose?
Was that message--truth ?" "Ask yourself that question," I said.

"Man--you know it was truth.

Had not inklings of it come to you even before he spoke?
They had to me.
His message was but an interpretation, a synthesis of facts I, for one, lacked the courage to admit." "I, too," he nodded.

"But he went further than that.

What did he mean by the Keeper of the Cones--and that the Things--were vulnerable under the same law that orders us?
And why did he command us to go back to the city?
How could he know--how could he ?" "There's nothing inexplicable in that, at any rate," I answered.
"Abnormal sensitivity of perception due to the cutting off of all sensual impressions.