Otis Adelbert Kline, The Thing of a Thousand Shapes (1923)
“ When the watchers looked at me in amazement I repeated, "Uncle Jim is not dead! He is only sleeping." Mrs. Rhodes looked compassionately at me, and by a meaning glance at the others said as plainly as if she had spoken, "His mind is affected." She and Mr. Newberry, the neighbor whom I had first met, gently led me from the room. I was, myself dumfounded at the words I had uttered, nor could I find a reason for them. My uncle was undoubtedly dead, at least as far as this physical world was concerned. ”
