For a time we skim along this opaque surface where each cloud joins the other and blots out the world we know. In a flat sea extending to a green horizon we rise gently from its surface, and it is astonishing to find above us yet another opaque ceiling where again light lied about a blue sky. We appeared to float along an unending hall walled with green blue, a mottled grey floor, and a flat brown ceiling. A strange room without pillars, without people, without things. Empty strangeness; an untenanted second floor in infinity.
Climbing, the ceiling appears to slowly descend and once more surrounded in its thickness; lost.
What next!
Surfacing, the little head with the glass hat beholds a lovely world of blue sky and strong sunlight beaming on a prairie of quilted cotton, tinted with mauve and brown as far as the eye can see. On one point of the horizon only and at a seeming great distance towers a white and majestic mountain. It is the only pure white gleaming against a blue horizon. Solid, motionless. We could never reach it it seems.
Aldwinckle, Eric, Letter, 17 March 1944
Case Study:
Creative Dialogue Across the Ocean: Eric Aldwinckle’s Letters to Harry Somers
Creator:
Aldwinckle, Eric
Source:
letter
Date:
17 March 1944
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Contributer:
McMaster University Libraries
Rights:
Copyright, public domain: McMaster University owns the rights to the archival copy of the digital image in TIFF format. Reproduced with the kind permission of Margaret Bridgman.
Identifier:
00001593-3
Language:
eng
Type:
image
Format:
jpg
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