I could tell he was still seeing America. I told him I was trying to see it too; if one can sometimes get flashes of other people’s thoughts by telepathy, one ought to be able to see what their minds’ eyes are seeing. ‘Let’s concentrate on it,’ he said, and took my hand under the rug. We shut our eyes and concentrated hard. I think the pictures I saw were just my imaginings of what he had described, but I did get the strangest feeling of space and freedom – so that when I opened my eyes, the fields and hedges and even the sky seemed so close that they were almost pressing on me. Neil looked
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