My father!–methinks I see my father.
Where, my lord?
In my mind’s eye, Horatio.
From this we know that the ‘inward eye which is the bliss of solitude’ was a current notion in Shakespeare’s day, and doubtless it is a great deal older than that; yet a conversation I had today reminded me of something I struggled to put into words (rather badly) a long time ago. 1,362 more words