Notes on Blindness Page #2
I'm conscious of smiling.
I mean, I'm conscious of the movement.
Even, one might say, the effort of smiling.
there is no returning smile.
one's own smiles.
One is sending off dead letters.
Consequently, I can feel myself
stopping smiling.
Or I think I can.
I must ask someone close to me
whether this is true or not.
A note on Thomas' awareness of my blindness.
He sadly wandered off into the mountains,
knowing that he could never look into
the beautiful eyes
of Rapunzel again.
Thomas asked me, "Why was he blind?"
"Because his eyes were poorly."
"My eyes are poorly."
He said to me in a very serious
and probing voice...
"Are you blind?"
"Yes, I am."
"Your eyes are closed."
"Yes, but even when I open my eyes,
I still can't see."
"Can't you see the pictures?"
"I can see the pictures."
"Your eyes aren't poorly."
I put my hand over his eyes
and held his eyes closed.
"Now can you see?" I said.
He said, "No."
"Now?"
"Yes, I can see now."
"Yes, my eyes aren't poorly."
I am reminded of being in Wales with Imogen,
when she said to me...
"Daddy,
"if I cried and my tears fell on your eyes,
"would you be able to see again?"
This thought she had got, I'm sure,
from Rapunzel.
And they lived happily ever after.
Cassette two, track one.
A strange experience with a faith healer.
On Thursday evening,
we stopped at the Indian restaurant
in Bristol Street.
Isn't this a wonderful example
of what it's like to be a parent?
I hope everything is to your satisfaction.
May I?
I took him to be a waiter
who worked in the restaurant.
He asked me if I was completely blind,
how long I had been blind,
the cause of my blindness was.
Well, um,
in one way or another, I suppose,
I've been fighting against blindness
most of my life.
Please, go on...
Er...
when I was a child,
I lost my sight for the first time.
I've had all sorts of operations
and gradually sight simply faded away.
Why do you ask?
And now you see nothing?
Nothing.
I don't see anything now.
And, yet, you still wear glasses?
Silly, really, isn't it?
I'd feel rather undressed
without my glasses.
Tell me, do you still hope
that you will see again?
No, I don't hold out hope.
The doctors have told me
it's quite impossible.
And you believe them?
He told me about some of the
marvellous cures he'd done, even cancer.
My sight is dependent on my will
and he, through hypnotherapy,
could help to restore my will.
I see.
Could you restore a leg lost
in a traffic accident?
You have no eyes? Are they gone?
It's just a mass of jelly.
He was speechless!
He was absolutely speechless!
But, John,
do you think it's got to the point
where you don't really want to
get your sight back?
What makes you say that?
Well, you always seem to be so happy.
You seem to be functioning so well.
Oh, Liz.
If only you knew half the truth.
Of course I want my sight back.
I will never accept
the human losses of blindness.
Every time I wake up,
I lose my sight.
Last night, I dreamt that my sight improved.
I had the most intense picture of Thomas
as a cuddly, little boy.
In my dream I said to myself,
"There you are, you see.
"In good light, you can still manage
fairly well."
My waking reflection is that
my dreaming life
...heavy swell breaking onto the rocks.
Five were swept into the sea,
three from one group, and two from another.
Sennen and Penlee lifeboats
were called to search as dusk gathered.
The Royal Navy helicopter from Culdrose
flew back and forth across the sea.
That's page 104.
My comments... this text
is an interesting example in the Bible
of the limitations of a theology of vision.
Give us an H.
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?
You look terrific!
Did Father Christmas leave those?
- Are they comfy?
- Yeah.
Are they warm?
- Yeah.
- Are they?
What colour are they?
Ever so nice, aren't they?
Are they a good fit?
Special winter slippers.
Go and look at yourself in the mirror.
That was when you came up to me and said,
"You look dreadful.
Why don't you go into the office?"
Just go to work.
Just go.
I had a desperate feeling of being enclosed.
Having to get out. I must get out.
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