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"We have no right whatever to speak of really unconscious / / Nature, but only of uncommunicative Nature, or of Nature whose / / mental processes go on at such different time-rates to ours that / / we cannot easily adjust ourselves to an appreciation of their / / inward fluency, although our consciousness does make us aware of / / their presence. Nature is a vast realm of finite consciousness / / of which your own is at once a part and an example." Royce.
There was a great deal more in LeVallon, however, than the Memory Game: he brought a strange cargo with him from these distant shores, where, apparently, I to say nothing of another had helped to load it. Bit by bit, as my own machinery of recovery ran more easily, I tapped other layers also in myself. Our freight was slowly discharged. We examined and discussed each bale, as it were, but I soon became aware that there was a great deal he kept back from me. This secrecy first piqued and then distressed me. It brought mystery between us; there stood a shadowy question-mark in our relationship.