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mouth was a mammoth cavern and I seemed to be able to
visualize the mastication, the swallowing, and the descent of
the apple pulp through the esophagus. Following a sudden
urge to take advantage of this heightened sensory ability, I
groped my way toward the kitchen. Strong waves of distinct
aromas swept into my head through huge, yawning nostrils.
Thyme, cloves, cinnamon, vanilla, all at once and yet separately,
registered themselves upon my consciousness. Impulsively,
I swallowed some vanilla. This was a mistake.
"Vanilla is to be smelled, but not tasted," I announced with
profundity.
I tested my tactile sensitivity. I worked my way back to
the couch and found Alice. My exploration of the softness of
the sweater and the warmth of her flesh was an ecstatic sensual
experience. However, it was devoid of sexuality, devoid
of passion. While on the couch, the stimulation of touch became
less important to me as I began to experience the dichotomous
sensation of sinking into the cushions and yet floating
slightly above them.
It was at this point that I became aware of the music from
the phonograph. I was hearing the music as I had never heard
it before. The composer, the counterpoint, the arrangement
were unimportant. Only the sheer beauty of each individual
tone mattered. I was listening to the music vertically rather
than horizontally.
The visual sense provided additional surprises. Virtually
every item in range of my vision was transformed. The
alarm clock was a work of art from a Cellini studio. Alice's
gaudy jewelry was on loan from the Empress Josephine. The
faces of my companions radiated light. Auras shone about
their bodies. For just a moment I felt an inexpressible kinship
with them.
Steve muttered something and broke the spell. His utterances
seemed superficial and inappropriate. Words were
useless; speech was a waste of time. I headed for an adjoining
bedroom. I could not walk, as my large body muscles
failed to respond to my orders. I found myself creeping along
the floor into the dimly lit room.
My visual perception was still astounding me. Pieces of
lint on my trousers sparkled like lustrous sequins. A painting