![]() It was extraordinary how they had appeared just like that, the moment he had wanted them. He had the uncomfortable feeling that he was eavesdropping on something furtive, shameful.įor the first time, he wished he were clothed.īarely had the wish formed in his head than robes appeared a short distance away. It was a pitiful noise, yet also slightly indecent. Then a noise reached him through the unformed nothingness that surrounded him: the small soft thumpings of something that flapped, flailed, and struggled. The floor on which he lay seemed to be white, neither warm nor cold, but simply there, a flat, blank something on which to be. ![]() His surroundings were not hidden by cloudy vapor rather the cloudy vapor had not yet formed into surroundings. He lay in a bright mist, though it was not like mist he had ever experienced before. In opening them, he discovered that he had eyes. He wondered whether, as he could feel, he would be able to see. ![]() Convinced as he was of his total solitude, this did not concern him, but it did intrigue him slightly. Therefore he had a sense of touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too.Īlmost as soon as he had reached this conclusion, Harry became conscious that he was naked. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself.Ī long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because he was lying, definitely lying, on some surface. He lay facedown, listening to the silence. ![]()
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