Slowly, inevitably, as out of a moving mist, he could begin to distinguish form. They blurred and retreated, then advanced again, gradually becoming more distinct. He was experiencing things as a man just reviving from unconsciousness after a hard blow on the head, or as a man who has drunk too much might slowly and with effort attempt to establish once again a mental contact with the world of time and space. The again, perhaps this was not it at all; perhaps this slow revelation was really taking years; perhaps he was passing through the first years of life and seeing things as a child might see them.
Manuscripts: Vol. 17
, Article 11.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol17/iss1/11