“Where are the stories when I close my book?” George asks his father. “In the book.” “But Andrew is reading the same book. And in his story the baron is living in an old fortress and in mine in a beautiful castle. But as it is the same book, you know…” “Well, then your inner images are different…” “And these inner images are created in my head?” “Yes.” “And the stories consist of the images in my head?” “Yes” “But then, why do you claim that the stories are in the closed book?”