ânothingââ â dash â âI am blind, after allâ â dash â âbut that ânothingââ â keep the inverted commas â âis, paradoxically, by no means indescribableâ â no, âis, paradoxically, by no means beyond my powers of description. I see nothing, yet, amazingly, I am able to describe that nothing. The world for me, the world of sightlessness, has become a sombre and coarsely textured plaidâ â thatâs plaid as in a Scotch plaid â âas devoid of light as I imagine deep space must be and yet somehow, also like deep space, penetrable. And, I repeat, I really do see it. There would seem to exist a profound impulseâ â no, âan immemorial impulseâ â no, wait, âa profound andimmemorial impulseâ â yes, âa profound and immemorial impulse in that part of my face where my eyes used to be to âlook outââ â inverted commas around âlook outâ. Actually, from now on Iâll say âICsâ for inverted commas. I tend to use them a lot in my prose. Where was I?â
ââThere would seem to be a profound and immemorial impulse âââ
âI think youâll find I said âwould seem to
exist
a profound and immemorial impulse âââ
ââThere would seem to exist a profound and immemorial impulse in that part of my face where my eyes used to be âââ
âComma â âin that part of my face where my eyes used to beâ â matching comma â âto âlook outâ at the world, an impulse that, even when I no longer have eyesâ â I fear Iâm being repetitive here but weâll tidy it up later â âeven when I no longer have eyes, does not then spread indiscriminately to the rest of my face. It is still with my missing eyes, exclusively with them, that I see nothingâ â ICs around âsee nothingâ. âI still turn my head to greet someone, not merely in unthinking obeisanceâ â o, b, e, i, s, a, n, c, e â ânot merely in unthinking obeisance to the weary conventions of casual social intercourse.â No, letâs say rather âjejune social intercourseâ. I donât want âcasualâ next to âsocialâ.â
âWhy not?â
âToo elly.â
âToo elly?â
âToo many lâs. âCasu
al
â, âsoci
al
â. Itâs practically a rhyme. I donât need it.â
âOkay. Sorry, but how do you spell âjejuneâ?â
âJ, e, j, u, n, e.â
âTo be honest, Iâve never known what that word means.â
â
You
donât have to know what it means. Iâm going on. So â âblah blah blah not merely in unthinking obeisance to the weary conventions of jejune social intercourse but also as though, even eyeless, I remain under the sway of an instinctual and atavistic seeing reflex. In short, I continue to seeâ â ICs, please â âthe same plaid, the same deep space, because as a human being I cannot not see itâ â semi-colon â âbecause seeing is a function of the organism even when the organs themselves have been removed. I have to see ââ Better underline âhaveâ.â
âYou mean, italicize it?â
âCan do you that?â
âYes, of course.â
âOn the computer screen?â
âAbsolutely. Iâve done it already.â
âGood Lord. What a dream machine it must be. I almost wish I could see it. Well, never mind. Read that last bit back to me, please.â
âThe last bit. âI continue to âseeâ the same plaid, the same deep space, because as a human being I cannot not see it; because seeing is a function of the organism even when the organs themselves have been removed. I
have
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