“In a course devoted to the psychology of perception, Doyle had once read that, when the mind perceives events in slow motion, the brain is trying to alter the way it experiences time, to stretch the distance between cause and effect and thereby enlarge the opportunity for action. Doyle opened his mouth. His lungs released the ounce of breath that would strum the vocal cords to speak the autonomic command formulated precisely to stay this disaster. But, far more quickly than the fleshy slowness of speech, a needle of bluish light sprang from the polished steel keyhole of the Tahoe. It stung the aluminum barrel of the flashlight in Ravel’s hand. Such a tiny glimmer might have passed unnoticed, or been taken for a glint off the flashlight’s reflector cone, had it not transformed Ravel into a ball of brilliant white fire.”
—Robert McCarthy, from “I am the Author of My Own Life”
Art Credit Jared Soares
