| Quote #7
Once again I sensed the pullulation of which I have already spoken. It seemed to me that the dew-damp garden surrounding the house was infinitely saturated with invisible people. All were Albert and myself, secretive, busy and multiform in other dimensions of time. (60)
Is this really happening, or are these invisible people merely a figment of Yu Tsun's imagination? Either way, it's an example of how the abstract theory of Ts'ui Pen's book starts to invade the fabric of the story. Ts'ui Pen's philosophy becomes real to Yu Tsun.