Aldous Huxley on D. H. Lawrence: he was a strange man but he seemed to know what he was talking about - he knew what it was to be a cow or a daisy, knew the emotions of his favourite cow, knew what it was to be the moon. Neville's comment is that Huxley did not understand it; he had mechanical talents and could describe these things as Lawrence described them to him. It goes with his own practice of taking a piece of wood, a flower or an animal and feeling himself to be it - he could finally feel what it would be like to be a glass of water - because everything emanates from Divine Imagining, and if I am It then I am everything.