MARTIN.
I think it was some shining thing I saw. What was it?
ANDREW.
[Opening door and putting in his head.]
Listen to me, Martin.
MARTIN.
Go away, no more talking; leave me alone.
ANDREW.
O, but wait. I understand you. Thomas doesn’t understand your thoughts, but I understand them. Wasn’t I telling you I was just like you once?
MARTIN.
Like me? Did you ever see the other things, the things beyond?