The savage is all in all in himself.

That which he sees outside he hardly notices, or, he sees as something odd, something automatically desirable, something lustfully desirable, or something dangerous.

What we call vision, that he has not.
We must compare the look in a horse's eye with the look in a cow's.
The eye of the cow is soft, velvety, receptive.

She stands and gazes with the strangest intent curiosity.

She goes forth from herself in wonder.