Here’s a brief exchange from Ch. 14 of A VOYAGE TO ARCTURUS by David Lindsay:
‘Since I’ve come out of that forest,’ proeeded Maskull, talking half to himself,’ a change has come over me, and I see things differently. Everything here looks much more solid and real in my eyes than in other places . . . so much so that I can’t entertain the least doubt of its existence. It not only looks real, it is real – and on that I would stake my life . . . But at the same time that it’s real, it is false . . .’
‘Like a dream?’
‘No – not at all like a dream, and that’s just what I want to explain. This world of yours – and perhaps of mine too, for that matter – doesn’t give me the slightest impression of a dream, or an illusion, or anything of that sort. I know it’s really here at this moment, and it’s exactly as we’re seeing it, you and I. Yet it’s false. It’s false in this sense, Polecrab. Side by side with it another world exists, and that other world is the true one, and this one is all false and deceitful, to the very core . . . And so it occurs to me that reality and falseness are two words for the same thing.’