Prettysoon I struck into a sort ofpath. [ …] It twisted and turned, [ …] and openedout into a bigclearspacelike a lawn. And, back of the lawn, was a big, old-fashionedhouse, with piazzas stretchingin front of it, and all blazing with lights. 'Twas the house I'd seen the roof of from the beach.
Now I've seen it all! Michael sawWilloff at the train station.
I have been blind since birth and I love to read Braille. When the booksarrive in from the library, I can’t wait to see what stories they have sent me.
It is not just that we seebirds as little versions of ourselves. It is also that, at the sametime, they standoutside any moral process. They are utterly indifferent. This absoluteoblivion on their part, this lack of sharing, is powerful.
Do you see what I mean?
They're blind to the damage they do, but someday they'll see.