As I Saw It

Depth seemed expanded during this part of the experience, but objects seemed closer. H. suggested that the perception of distance and the perception of depth might be separate things. The floor seemed to tilt markedly toward the side of the room in which we were sitting, and I wondered that I had not observed this before. I have checked this since the experience, and the floor does slope that way, but not nearly so markedly as I saw it. We went out on the porch, and I was... 

But I have nothing to do with editorial policy/ I pointed out. I m a columnist. I write as I please, chiefly on military matters and the relation of military power to policy. My editor sent me out here with instructions to report on the military situation in the Middle East with complete objectivity and impartiality, exactly as I saw it. I wouldn t have taken the assignment on any other basis. How can I report on your military position if you won t let me see your troops and talk with your general ... 

We both knew that Lisa had more work to do with these feelings and that her depression could always come back. Yet both Lisa and I could sense that she had somehow changed—subtly, but unmistakably. As I saw it, her eyes had been opened. Lisa now had some clarity about what was going on inside her, and how her current state had been influenced by events both current and remote. She also had begun to face the consequences of her early choices, and she d seen that as she did so. 

Rusk, Dean. As I Saw It A Secretary of State s Memoirs (as told to Richard Rusk). London 1. B. Tauris, 1991. 

Like his Welsh counterpart, David Low drew relatively few atomic-themed cartoons. His collection Low Visibility (1958) includes only seven (of 159) on this theme. The same is true for D. R. Fitzpatrick. His collection As I Saw It (1953) includes only six images on nuclear issues out of about three hundred. Since potential atomic crises lay largely in the realm of "possibility," most newspaper cartoonists focused on more immediate political concerns in this way they were always driven by the fact that history is not logical nor humankind very predictable. 

You struggle to find the most immediate way to get at the truth. What was needed, as I saw it, was a building that, using the language of architecture, speaking from its stones, could take us all, Jews and non-Jews alike, to the crossroads of history, and show us that when the Jews were exiled from Berlin, at that moment, Berlin was exiled from its past, its present, and—until this tragic relationship is resolved— its future. (Libeskind, 2004, p. 83)... 

Mai straightened up with the poker in her hand. For a moment I saw it, white-hot against the dim cold of the chamber, and then she put it into the jug as if it were a knife and she killing some beast. The crackle as it struck the ale made a little thrill run down my spine as it always did, and after a moment the scent of hot ale threaded through the cold air to warm my nose. I sat up and put my pillow behind me. 

I tend to look at situations as just problems to be solved. When Elizabeth experienced her first major chemical reaction ten years ago, I saw it as just something to deal with. It s hard for me to remember... 

As I panicked and desperately tried to remember where it was that I was supposed to be, I lost awareness of the physical world again, and found myself without a body lost. Then it happened again. I found myself regaining consciousness in the real world. And again as I saw everything clearly, I realized that this was not my home, It was a friend of mine s. 

Mitchell The display which for an enchanted two hours followed was such as I find it hopeless to describe in language which shall convey to others the beauty and splendor of what I saw. Stars, delicate floating films of color, then an abrupt rush of countless points of white light swept across the field of view, as if the unseen millions of the Milky Way were to flow in a sparkling river before my eyes... zigzag lines of very bright colors. .. the wonderful loveliness... 

I could see by his fece that I wasn t going to have ary choice. I told them to folbw me and set oflC The inside ofthe old Land Rover smelled of hot plastic. I wound both windows down as fer as they woidd go. The steering wheel burned ity hands as I gripped it. When I saw how white ity knuckles were, I made nyself relax. 

I tried not to think what it might be as I saw ny next patient. I looked synpathetic as Mrs Benchley displayed her gnarled hands, made the soothing and ultimately useless noises expected of me as I wrote her another prescription, and smiled vaguefy as she hobbled out, satisfied. After that, though, I couldn t put it off any longer. 

He didn t teach me that with some people what seems to be real, isn t real at all. I used to trust what I saw. He taught me that if I could see a thing and touch it, and if it behaved as I hoped it would, then these were true qualities. But I find that men aren t like that, so how do I know what I can trust Even my father, when I had offended him, even he didn t love me much, when the test came. ... 

When Marcel Dekker approached me about a second edition I saw it as a great opportunity to expand the scope of the first edition, filling in the obvious gaps and... 

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