She could not understand it, and she felt as if she had been
inconsistent with her constant professions of wariness in self-
revelation.
'It is an illusion, nevertheless--an illusion of the senses. It is
difficult to make what I mean clear, because insight is not possible
beyond a certain point, and clearness does not come until penetration
is complete and what we acquire is brought into a line with other
acquisitions. It constantly happens that we are arrested short of
this point, but it would be wrong to suppose that our conclusions, if
we may call them so, are of no value.'
She was silent, and he did not go on. At last he said, -
'The illusion lies in supposing that number, quantity and terms of
that kind are applicable to any other than sensuous objects, but I
cannot go further, at least not now. After all, it is possible here
in London for one atom to be of eternal importance to another.'
They had gone quite round Bedford Square without entering Great
Russell Street, which was the way eastwards. A drunken man was
holding on by the railings of the Square. He had apparently been
hesitating for some time whether he could reach the road, and, just
as Baruch and Clara came up to him, he made a lurch towards it, and
nearly fell over them. Clara instinctively seized Baruch's arm in
order to avoid the poor, staggering mortal; they went once more to
the right, and began to complete another circuit.
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