Sublime

diaphanous,

Journal,

W.J. is but a more extreme example of the exact thing that Watson does with the wineglasses. In both instances there is the spontaneous construction of story, and then a firm belief in its veracity, even when it hinges on nothing more than its seeming cohesiveness. That is deductive problem number one.

Others, including Priestley and both Darwins, used their commonplace books as a repository for a vast miscellany of hunches.

looked over at him, running in the distance. Another faulty, fucked-up brain in a healthy body.

Paper. Pages and pages. I recognize it. The faint blue lines, the red margins. These pages are the same as those in my journal, in the book that I have been writing. And then I see my own handwriting and begin to understand. I have not read all of my story. There is more. Pages and pages more. I find my journal in my bag. I had not noticed before,

numbers referring to the same patient.

“The Awakening of Intelligence.”