I don’t know about ghosts, but I do know that our souls can be made to go outside our bodies when we are alive. A very easy way to feel them go is to lie on the grass at night and look straight up at some big bright star; and, by fixing your mind upon it, you will soon find that you are hundreds and hundreds of miles away from your body, which you don’t seem to want at all.
Tess of the Durbervilles Thomas Hardy Macmillan and Co 1926 - First Edition thus printed on large paper in an edition of 325 copies only signed by the Author. 41 fine Wood engravings by Vivian Gribble (1888 to 6 February 1932) this being her final work
literary predecessors: violet baudelaire and tess of the d’urbervilles
never in her life – she could swear it from the bottom of her soul – had she ever intended to do wrong; yet these hard judgments had come. whatever her sins, they were not sins of intention, but of inadvertence, and why should she have been punished so persistently?
—¿Dijiste que las estrellas eran mundos, Tess?
—¿Lo mismo que el nuestro?
—No sé, aunque creo que sí. Algunas veces parecen las manzanas de nuestro huerto. Casi todas sanas y en sazón. Aunque hay alguna que otra picada.
—Y el mundo en que vivimos nosotros, ¿está sano o picado?