Then the sun is not sight, but the author of sight who is recognised by sight.
And this is he whom I call the child of the good, whom the good begat in his own likeness, to be in the visible world, in relation to sight and the things of sight, what the good is in the intellectual world in relation to mind and the things of mind.
The meanest mathematician in Spaceland will readily believe me when I assert that the problems of life, which present themselves to the well-educated -- when they are themselves in motion, rotating, advancing or retreating, and at the same time attempting to discriminate by the sense of sight between a number of Polygons of high rank moving in different directions, as for example in a ball-room or conversazione -- must be of a nature to task the angularity of the most intellectual, and amply justify the rich endowments of the Learned Professors of Geometry, both Static and Kinetic, in the illustrious University of Wentbridge, where the Science and Art of Sight Recognition are regularly taught to large classes of the ELITE of the States.
And of course to a common Tradesman, or Serf, such a sight is almost as unintelligible as it would be to you, my Reader, were you suddenly transported into our country.
And the sight which met my eyes was that of a slender, girlish figure, similar in every detail to the earthly women of my past life.
And then she was dragged out of my sight into the depths of the deserted edifice.
Those whom he pursued were moving rapidly through the jungle which was now becoming more and more open, but the Chinaman was no mean runner, and it was not long before he drew within sight
of the object of his pursuit.
In the white man's mind was a new plan, awakened by sight
of the war-canoe.
I also weighed very carefully the possibility of our digging a way out in a direction away from the pit, but the chances of our emerging within sight
of some sentinel fighting-machine seemed at first too great.
The boy had paused after his first sight
of the caravan, and now was following slowly in the wake of the sordid, brutal spectacle.
of me, he halted for an instant, then turned and dove into the forest, and, though I called reassuringly to him in English he did not return nor did I again see him.
By comparison with such superstitions as these, even the Second Sight
has something--in the shape of poetry--to recommend it, surely?