Solipsism (n.) is the temptation to say only my experience is real — and the shame of saying it to anyone, who will reply he could say exactly the same.
A Solipsism (n.) resembles a man redrawing county lines to say the real Devonshire is here; he wants a new notation.
A Solipsism (n.) disagrees with us about no practical fact — he pities us as much as anyone — he only wants to restrict 'real' to his own experiences; he is so sure because he is not stating an opinion.
Solipsism (n.) wants to say 'I am the vessel of life' — and it is essential that no one to whom I say it can understand me: not false, but meaningless, that he should.
Solipsism (n.) points ahead and says 'this is what's really seen', pointing to nothing as opposed to anything, like pressing the dashboard to push the car from inside.
Solipsism (n.) builds a clock with all its wheels and then fastens the dial to the pointer so they go round together — pointing robbed of sense, a near-tautology.
Solipsism (n.) means something quite correct — only it cannot be said; it makes itself manifest.
Solipsism (n.) followed out strictly coincides with pure realism: the self shrinks to a point without extension, and the reality co-ordinated with it remains.