So feeble and insubstantial did he feel himself that he repeated the word aloud.
"Night and Day"
Virginia Woolf
All things had turned to ghosts; the whole mass of the world was insubstantial vapor, surrounding the solitary spark in his mind, whose burning point he could remember, for it burnt no more.
"Night and Day"
Virginia Woolf
Compare with this the words of a great poet who in The Tempest puts into the mouth of Prospero the lines: "The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind."
"A Text-Book of Astronomy"
George C. Comstock