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slope to the sea on the edge of the crag. It was like 

 a table-top with a rich cloth of grey and orange- 

 coloured lichen covering it, and was very warm in 

 the sun, and to make it more comfortable I rolled 

 up my waterproof and put it under my head, so that 

 lying there at full length I could still look at the sea 

 and the gulls and gannets passing and repassing 

 before me. 



In a very few minutes I began to grow drowsy. 

 So much the better, I thought ; for never is sleep 

 more sweet and refreshing to a tired man than when 

 it comes to him under the wide sky on a warm day. 

 The sensation of being overcome is itself very de- 

 lightful, so I did not resist but welcomed it, albeit 

 quite conscious that it was there in me and would 

 soon have me in its power. In a vague way I even 

 felt interested and amused at the process : I could 

 imagine that the spirit of sleep was there in person, 

 kneeling on the rock behind my head and making her 

 passes, until the wide sea and wide sky began to seem 

 all of one colour and the figures of the gulls and 

 gannets to grow vaguer as they passed before me. 

 Presently I was in that state when the mind ceases 

 to think, when the place of thought is taken by 

 pictures from memory, which come, as it were, floating 

 before us to pass away and be succeeded by others 

 and still others without any connection. They are 

 not " suggestions of contiguity " nor even of " anal- 

 ogy " : they are not suggestions at all, and come we 

 know not how or why. 



Now among these visions or pictures of things seen 



