Thursday, June 21, 2012

The Narrator of Blindness says...

'Everyone in the ward thought that it was nothing more than an act of charity that the girl with the dark glasses should have offered herself to the old man with the black eyepatch, but there were men there, sensitive and dreamers, who having already enjoyed her favours, began to allow their thoughts to wander, to think there could be no greater prize in this world than for a man to find himself stretched out on his bed, all alone, thinking the impossible, only to realize that a woman is gently lifting the covers and slipping under them, slowly rubbing her body against his body, and then lying still, waiting for the heat of their blood to calm the sudden tremor of their startled skin. And all this for no good reason, just because she wanted to.'

-The Narrator (Blindness, Jose Saramago, 1995. Translated from Portuguese to English by Giovanni Pontiero, 1997)

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