"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)