With the first ones I saw worse; distant things also got bent, and with the second ones, it was the same. With others I just saw blurred, hazy things, and so I kept trying while Montoya would open drawers and look at paintings without being quiet; and I would see him sometimes very far away, other times with his head in a place and his body elsewhere, or submerged in water. And suddenly, when I put on one of those glasses and opened my eyes, I saw everything different, Montoyas´face, the painting he was looking at and the glasses Hidalgo had in his hands, and it was really like everything had been removed from the bottom of the sea, and I was afraid because it seemed as if I emerged from some place where I had always been hidden and now I was out of my hideout, exposed. I was told that on putting on the glasses, my eyes were wide open, they became bigger and my pupils seemed to almost touch the lenses. That was what they told me, and that was what I thought on looking at myself in a mirror, that my eyes were some fish stuck to the glass of their fish bowl staring at the world
The Name I´m Saying Now, Antonio Soler
Albano was a skinny, small-framed, and short-sighted man, thus endowed with very big glasses which exaggeratedly enlarged his eyes. Those enormous eyes observed the word with veiled astonishment. He looked through the spectacles just like a red sea bream would from inside its aquarium; and he moved in this world like one of those taciturn fish that swims around in circles all day without knowing what they are after, woolgathering
The Translucent Bell Jar, Andrés Trapiello
As a person with deep myopia, I think it´s a right
analogy; you see as if you were underwater. To be honest,
I can´t check wether this is true, because I haven´t opened my eyes under the
water for ages just because my contacts
would fall off.
The refraction index of vitreous humour is very
similar to that of the water , but different from the one of the air, where our
outlook is necessarily more frequent
T
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