"...seems to be feeling his way toward a balance: not the pure idea, wreathed in clouds, nor the visual image burned on the retina, overwhelming and disappointing to us with its matter-of-fact clarity, but the sense-image, kept as fleeting as possible, as a means towards stirring or activating the idea that lies buried more deeply in the soil of memory.'
He pauses. Blank incomprehension. He has gone too far too fast..."
- Disgrace, J. M. Coetzee
