Things were able to insist upon themselves with
him. Benham, on the other hand, when facts contradicted his purpose
too stoutly, had a way of becoming blind to them. He repudiated
inconvenient facts. He mastered and made his world; Prothero
accepted and recorded his. Benham was a will towards the universe
where Prothero was a perception and Amanda a confusing responsive
activity. And it was because of his realization of this profound
difference between them that he was possessed by the idea of taking
Prothero with him about the world, as a detachable kind of vision--
rather like that eye the Graiae used to hand one another. . . .
After the busy sunlit streets of Maytime Cambridge, Prothero's rooms
in Trinity, their windows full of Gothic perspectives and light-
soaked blue sky, seemed cool and quiet. A flavour of scholarship
pervaded them--a little blended with the flavour of innumerable
breakfasts nearly but not completely forgotten. Prothero's door had
been locked against the world, and he had appeared after a slight
delay looking a little puffy and only apprehending who his visitor
was after a resentful stare for the better part of a second.
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