The Invisible Eye

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​⁠About this time (said Christian), poor as a church mouse, I took refuge in the roof of an old house in Minnesänger Street, Nuremberg, and made my nest in the corner of the garret.

I was compelled to work over my straw bed to reach the window, but this window was in the gable end, and the view from it was magnificent, both town and country being spread out before me.

I could see the cats walking grav