Clive Staples Lewis - The Country of the Blind

Clive Staples Lewis - The Country of the Blind

Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men, br Dark bipeds not aware how they were maimed. A long br Process, clearly, a slow curse, br Drained through centuries, left them thus. br br At some transitional stage, then, a luckless few, br No doubt, must have had eyes after the up-to-date, br Normal type had achieved snug br Darkness, safe from the guns of heavn; br br Whose blind mouths would abuse words that belonged to their br Great-grandsires, unabashed, talking of light in some br Eunuch'd, etiolated, br Fungoid sense, as a symbol of br br Abstract thoughts. If a man, one that had eyes, a poor br Misfit, spoke of the grey dawn or the stars or green- br Sloped sea waves, or admired how br Warm tints change in a lady's cheek, br br None complained he had used words from an alien tongue, br None question'd. It was worse. All would agree 'Of course,' br Came their answer. 'We've all felt br Just like that.' They were wrong. And he br br br Knew too much to be clear, could not explain. The words -- br Sold, raped flung to the dogs -- now could avail no more; br Hence silence. But the mouldwarps, br With glib confidence, easily br br Showed how tricks of the phrase, sheer metaphors could set br Fools concocting a myth, taking the worlds for things. br Do you think this a far-fetched br Picture? Go then about among br br Men now famous; attempt speech on the truths that once, br Opaque, carved in divine forms, irremovable, br Dear but dear as a mountain- br Mass, stood plain to the inward eye.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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