The Face of Rosenfeld — page 14: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE FACE OF ROSENFEL, x, table in my office, and immediately an image, tolerably distinct, of the size, shape and general appearance of the table rises before my mental vision. I mean, simply, if this girl were familiar with the looks of that table and she could be made to understand what I am talking about, she would see the object in question so vividly that it would be to her almost the reality—perhaps, I might say, practically the reality.” The younger physician regarded the speaker in silent wonder. “You don’t take my meaning?” “Oh, perfectly! My term for it is visualization. What puzzles me is that you should see any evidences of — it here. What has she done to show it?” ‘Not any one thing so much as everything. I gen- eralize it irom a careful observation of her movements.” “*Do you call it a symptom?” “No. That is—I don’t know. It may be abnormal, or it may be natural to her in a state of health. I have studied several cases; one, a very young child, who could find his way unerringly about a familiar place blind-folded. His family called it instinct, but it was simply a phenomenal power of retaining the picture of the room in his mind, combined with an accurate idea of distance. Unseen by him, I disarranged the furni- ture and he lost his head at once.” ““ Yes, but I didn’t suppose an idiot could possess such a faculty.” ‘“Nor I. But is this an idiot?” “Hum! ha——” The younger physician was alto- gether too cautious to commit himself, but he fixed upon the pale face of the patient a look of doubt and uncertainty that was plain enough of itself. He shrank cS COomMmicboo co