Copley," answered Drowne, turning his back upon Wolfe's image in apparent disgust.
As yet, the image was but vague in its outward presentment; so that, as in the cloud shapes around the western sun, the observer rather felt, or was led to imagine, than really saw what was intended by it.
It looked just as if, while Violet was shaping out the image
, she had given it a gentle pat with her hand, and had neglected to smooth the impression quite away.
Thurston, answered the half-irritated, half-amused young lady; "your language is so very extraordinary--your images so unusual--"
Surely, you have never seen in me any taste for the very extraordinary images and figures of speech you have used, on this occasion.
Once, even, had there been an eruption of strange four-legged, horned and hairy creatures, the images
of which, registered in his brain, would have been identifiable in the brains of humans with what humans worded "goats.
Thus:--There are two subdivisions, in the lower or which the soul uses the figures given by the former division as images; the enquiry can only be hypothetical, and instead of going upwards to a principle descends to the other end; in the higher of the two, the soul passes out of hypotheses, and goes up to a principle which is above hypotheses, making no use of images as in the former case, but proceeding only in and through the ideas themselves.
And do you not know also that although they make use of the visible forms and reason about them, they are thinking not of these, but of the ideals which they resemble; not of the figures which they draw, but of the absolute square and the absolute diameter, and so on-- the forms which they draw or make, and which have shadows and reflections in water of their own, are converted by them into images, but they are really seeking to behold the things themselves, which can only be seen with the eye of the mind?
In fact, this funny little image was the 'crack' god of the island; lording it over all the wooden lubbers who looked so grim and dreadful; its name was Moa Artua*.
The image itself was nothing more than a grotesquely shaped log, carved in the likeness of a portly naked man with the arms clasped over the head, the jaws thrown wide apart, and its thick shapeless legs bowed into an arch.
In the brook, again, was the fantastic beauty of the image
, with its reflected frown, its pointed finger, and imperious gesture, giving emphasis to the aspect of little Pearl.
He still lay down, trying to sleep, though he felt there was not the smallest hope of it, and kept repeating stray words from some chain of thought, trying by this to check the rising flood of fresh images