His love for the Kaballah, the mysticism and the occult twinkle through the descriptions of words and letters, their power hinted at but never openly acknowledged.
Amazing sensory descriptions: I picked the book up from the table. I had a curious sensations as of not touching it, and the same thing happened when I tried to pick up the box. It was as though my sense of touch needs must flow through a long, dark stream of nothingness before it merged into my conscious self, as though betwixt me and inanimate objects yawned a great gulf of time; as though they belonged to an age past and gone, of which I had once been part.
Intriguing, but difficult to read.
