Francis Worcester Doughty, Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)
“ And yet I solemnly affirm that so far as my own consciousness went, I was precisely the same George Wylde I had been before. I was a man; a living man, with every atom of my personality perfect; every member of my body, every stitch of my clothing intact; yet when I spoke, no one heard; when I moved about I seemed to pass directly through the forms around me. Already I had forgotten Padma’s injunction. I had not fixed my thoughts upon my body. ”
