Notes on Blindness Page #4
Give us an A.
Give us a P.
Give us another P.
Give us a Y...
Happy Xmas!
Because now it's party time!
Immy!
Come here for a minute!
'Ello, 'ello, 'ello, look what I found!
Another one of these.
What's this, Tom?
Oh, I know what this is.
What?
When you hold it in the light,
you can see all the colours
really brightly. It's beautiful, look.
Oh, that's nice!
was your amazing practicality.
You just got on with the next thing,
step by step.
The way you did that,
I always thought was quite incredible.
Dedicated To The One I Love
by The Mamas & The Papas
# While I'm far away from you, my baby. #
Would you take Imagine by John Lennon?
An obvious choice.
No. Dylan, you'd surely want to take Dylan?
Well, I know, but there
one is completely stuck.
I know what you'd take
and what we'd both take!
- What?
- Jacqueline Du Pre
- playing Elgar's Cello... whatsit?
- Yes!
- There you are.
- I think we've got one.
# Each night before you go to bed, my baby
# Whisper a little prayer for me, my baby
# And tell all the stars above
# This is dedicated to the one I...
# Love...
# Can never be exactly like we want it to be
# Love can never be
exactly like we want it to be... #
# Love can never be... #
A huge wave crashed down, separating us all.
There was a debris of
floating merchandise and dead bodies.
I searched for them everywhere
It was hopeless, they'd simply disappeared.
Somebody had reminded me
that part of the human brain
specialises in the reception
and processing of visual material.
Now I would like to know what happens
to that part of the brain
when optic stimulation ceases.
Could this perhaps account
for the sense of suffering
I have experienced over
the past year or two?
The feeling I am describing
is a sense of hunger, of aridity.
A feeling that one's brain longs for
optic stimulation,
as the body longs for food.
The brain itself thirsts for that
to which it is accustomed.
Part of my brain is dying.
Merry Christmas, Mummy!
Merry Christmas, sweetheart.
Let's have a Christmas kiss.
What's that? My word!
What is it, Tom?
What is this?
- A mouth organ.
- Good Lord!
That particular Christmas was the worst.
- Dad, look at these.
- What is it?
What is it?
I don't know.
I think it's probably bubble bath.
Father Christmas must have smelt you
all the way from the North Pole.
I was stuck.
You know, I couldn't get up and leave.
How could I walk out on Christmas Day?
- No...
- You know?
But I couldn't stay, either.
Wait for me. How do I look in these?
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