Tactual

[…] how doth Psyche heare or see That hath nor eyes nor eares? She sees more clear Then we that see but secundarily. We see at distance by a circular Diffusion of that spright of this great sphere Of th’Universe: Her sight is tactuall. The sunne and all the starres that do appear She feels them in herself […]

[…] the later sovereigns of England have not been tactual healers, and the disease once honored with the name “king’s evil” now bears the humbler one of “scrofula” […]

My world is built of touch-sensations, devoid of physical color and sound […]. Every object is associated in my mind with tactual qualities which, combined in countless ways, give me a sense of power, of beauty, or of incongruity: for with my hands I can feel the comic as well as the beautiful in the outward appearance of things.

‘Going to the Feelies this evening, Henry?’ enquired the Assistant Predestinator. ‘I hear the new one at the Alhambra is first-rate. There’s a love scene on a bearskin rug; they say it’s marvellous. Every hair of the bear reproduced. The most amazing tactual effects.’