Now we are near, down on your faces and crawl forward slowly on your knees and elbows, as I do.
Down, I say!" So down I went, though with anger in my heart, for be it remembered that I, the modern Allan Quatermain, knew every thought and feeling that passed through the mind of my prototype.
It was as though I were a spectator at a play, with this difference.

I could read the motives and reflections of this former _ego_ as well as observe his actions.

Also I could rejoice when he rejoiced, weep when he wept and generally feel all that he felt, though at the same time I retained the power of studying him from my own modern standpoint and with my own existing intelligence.

Being two we still were one, or being one we still were two, whichever way you like to put it.

Lastly I lacked these powers with reference to the other actors in the piece.