“In the sleep,” he said, “I did not hear a voice, not at first, but the depth of my own soul communicated to me through the form of some mental telepathy.” Well, this man is a writer, professional writer. He said, “I didn’t hear words, but I got the meaning of this communication. It said to me, ‘When you use your Imagination for another, use it as you do when you write a story.’” Well, said he to me, “When I write a story, I must play all the parts, but all the parts. If I dramatize a love story, then I must make love to myself. No matter what I do in the story to make it natural, I have to actually feel it and play it. I must become every character to make it natural. Well, if I’m now to use my Imagination for another as I use it when I write a story, then I must become the other.” So he started to practice and he took many friends, person after person, and then as he became them, he led them towards the fulfillment of his desire for them; and gave to them in this imaginary act what they either could not give themselves or did not have the faith to give themselves. So he went through the night, or rather, the interval, just simply practicing this way. As it came to an end, this experiment of his, a voice spoke for the first time and the voice said, “Tell this to Neville!” which he did a week ago today, and I shared it with you.742 ¶5