"She was serious, almost fervent - but there was no telling what went on inside her.  What she did and said was seperated from what she really was; there was a lapse of time, an open gap: there was no sponteneity.  Everything was measured, studied out in advance.  Marsha was a spectator to her own actions: she was above, remote and detached, putting a life-sized puppet through its paces.  Here was real deception.  Marsha was tangent to the outside world at no point: she was capable of breaking off totally, a sphere that revolved smoothly, silently, without touching the universe.  Suspended in an invisible medium: an eighth of an inch from the world of matter."
from Voices From The Street by Philip K. Dick (1952)

"She was serious, almost fervent - but there was no telling what went on inside her.  What she did and said was seperated from what she really was; there was a lapse of time, an open gap: there was no sponteneity.  Everything was measured, studied out in advance.  Marsha was a spectator to her own actions: she was above, remote and detached, putting a life-sized puppet through its paces.  Here was real deception.  Marsha was tangent to the outside world at no point: she was capable of breaking off totally, a sphere that revolved smoothly, silently, without touching the universe.  Suspended in an invisible medium: an eighth of an inch from the world of matter."

from Voices From The Street by Philip K. Dick (1952)