The
Air House was on the south side of the big Van Riebeek Square, next
to an eighteenth-century Residency which housed a department of the
Ministry of Public Health.
Eric
Ambler: The Night-Comers
Right
there, in my mind's eye, there was a picture of the big square. It
had various buildings all around it and beyond them there were large
fields. But why fields? Hadn't I read in the previous paragraph that
the square was in the midst of a city of a million and a half? So
beyond the square there had to be other buildings, perhaps even plain
houses, but no fields. I quickly backtracked to the previous
paragraph. Yes, it was just as I had thought. What was going on here?
Why was the author saying one thing and I was imagining another? I
was under the impression that the author's words set-up a sort of
framework on which our imagination builds a picture based on our
experiences. But here I had built a picture that was definitely
different from the one described. Was my imagination so wild that
even the author whose words I was reading couldn't restrain it? Or
was I changing the story I was reading to something of my own?