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I was thinking: could the voice you detect in the humming of the wood be your own voice? Like the poet who obstinately believes that he is writing about the world but is in reality only telling yet another story about himself?
The idea was not entirely my own. My brother-in-law, the psychiatrist Dr Pazmany, had said something similar when the invisible people moved in with me during the winter of 1910-1911.
V. Haraldsson.