You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus

glimmering

This sound thickened, and approached—from toward the north.

At last I caught what you may call indistinct glimpses of sound—dulled metallic sound. I pricked up my ears, then, and held my breath, for this was the sort of thing I had been waiting for. This sound thickened, and approached—from toward the north. Presently, I heard it at my own level—the ridge-top of the opposite embankment, a hundred feet or more away. Then I seemed to see a row of black dots appear along that ridge—human heads? I couldn’t tell; it mightn’t be anything at all; you can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. However, the question was soon settled. I heard that metallic noise descending into the great ditch. It augmented fast, it spread all along, and it unmistakably furnished me this fact: an armed host was taking up its quarters in the ditch. Yes, these people were arranging a little surprise party for us. We could expect entertainment about dawn, possibly earlier.

Mark Twain (November 30, 1835 – April 21, 1910)
(Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court (1889)
Chapter 43 – The Battle of the Sand Belt
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3 Responses to “You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus”

  1. Juanita Says:

    Ooh, that’s a good one!

  2. E. A. Able Says:

    He had a way with words, didn’t he?

  3. Marq Thomas Says:

    This quote reminds me of a favorite lyric… (I hope you do lyrics some day!):

    “You don’t need eyes to see, you need vision.”