could feel them—those eyes. I could see them there, confronting me, but I also could feel them here, in me; I felt them mine, not fixed upon me now but as existing in themselves. And if, for a little, I succeeded in not being thus intimately conscious of them, I did not see them anymore. Alas, that was precisely the way it was: I could see them as a part of me, I no longer could see them.
