Whether I hear, or touch, or taste the tones.”
... “How comes it then
That I am hearing still, and taste, and touch,
Yet not a glimmer of that princely sense
Which binds ideas in one, and makes them live?”
Angel. “Nor touch nor taste, nor hearing hast thou now;
Thou livest in a world of signs and types,
The presentation of most holy truths,
Living and strong, which now encompass thee.
A disembodied soul, thou hast by right