Then it went on (Feda talking, of course, all the time):—
He says he has been trying to go to somebody, and see somebody he used to know. He's not related to them, and the name begins with S. It's a gentleman, he says, and he can't remember, or can't tell Feda the name, but it begins with S. He was trying to get to them, but is not sure that he succeeded.
O. J. L.—Did he want to?
He says it was only curiosity; but he likes to feel that he can look up anybody. But he says, if they take no notice, I shall give up soon, only I just like to see what it feels like to be looking at them from where I am.
O. J. L.—Does he want to say anything more about his house or his clothes or his body?
Oh yes. He is bursting to tell you.
He says, my body's very similar to the one I had before. I pinch myself sometimes to see if it's real, and it is, but it doesn't seem to hurt as much as when I pinched the flesh body. The internal organs don't seem constituted on the same lines as before. They can't be quite the same. But to all appearances, and outwardly, they are the same as before. I can move somewhat more freely, he says.
Oh, there's one thing, he says, I have never seen anybody bleed.
O. J. L.—Wouldn't he bleed if he pricked himself?
He never tried it. But as yet he has seen no blood at all.