'Binkie, we must think.

Let's see how it feels to be blind.' Dick shut his eyes, and flaming commas and Catherine-wheels floated inside the lids.

Yet when he looked across the Park the scope of his vision was not contracted.

He could see perfectly, until a procession of slow-wheeling fireworks defiled across his eyeballs.
'Little dorglums, we aren't at all well.

Let's go home.