The Blue Lenses

THE BLUE LENSES by Daphne du Maurier

“…what cell linking muscle to imagination.”

The second half of this proto-Orwellian nightmare, one that seems at first to resolve itself…until it doesn’t.
Not so much Fether and Tarr, but more something that is insidiously eye-opening with regard to the self and to others.
One hopes that it is imagination, but knows it isn’t. That looking-glass world again, now not transcending but — as with so-called mankind’s perceptions represented by the lengthier quotation above that I made from the previous story in this book — deadening its dear Alice.
Self’s cell with others looking in at you.

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