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“The the eyes were horrible. Looking at them I got the feeling that they were not genuine eyes at all but mechanical dummies animated by electricity or the like, with a tiny pinhole in the centre of the ‘pupil' through which the real eye gazed secretively and with great coldness. Such a conception, possibly, with no foundation at all in fact, disturbed me agonisingly and gave rise in my mind to interminable speculations as to the colour and quality of the real eye and as to whether, indeed, it was real at all or merely another dummy with its pinhole on the same plane as the first one so that the real eye, possibly behind thousands of these absurd disguises, gazed out through a barrel of serried peep-holes.”
“‘Not hens' piniony under-wing feeling?' I questioned keenly. The Sergeant shook his head abstractedly.”
“‘It is nearly an insoluble pancake,' he smiled, ‘a conundrum of inscrutable potentialities, a snorter.'”