'This shows,' he said, 'how superficial your view is--how little you look below the surface of things.

This laughter and light talk are but the signs and symbols of qualities of which your bitter character knows nothing--goodfellowship, kindliness, brave hopefulness, and many things beside.' "Then he turned to me impressively, and said, 'What you want is _deepening_.' "I woke with the word ringing in my ears." Besides this, there was a curious little peculiarity in him that I have never heard of in anyone else: a capacity for seeing little waking visions with strange distinctness.
His description of this is as follows: "I have the power, or rather something in me is able (for I can not resist it), of suddenly producing a picture on the retina, of such vividness as to blot out everything around me.

I have it generally when I am a little tired with exercise or brain-work or people: it is prefaced by seeing a bright blue spot, which moves, or rather rushes, across my field of vision, and is immediately succeeded by the picture.
"A crumbling sandstone temple, among fields of blue flowers--an obelisk carved with figures, in a wood--a gray indistinct marsh, with mist rising from it, and by the edge a white bird, egret or something similar, of dazzling whiteness--a green lane, with cows in it.

I could go on for ever enumerating them.

They pass in a fraction of a second, three or four succeeding one another.