He knew that for him its meaning must once have been supreme; though in what cycle or incarnation he had known it, or whether in dream or in waking, he could not tell. Vaguely it called up glimpses of a far, forgotten first youth, when wonder and pleasure lay in all the mystery of days, and dawn and dusk alike strode forth prophetick to the eager
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the letters swim and squirm like oil between clear glass plates. Soon they discover I need glasses.
I wasn't doing my homework because I couldn't read the assignment on the blackboard. the previous summer I'd been unreasonably proud of the crystal clarity of my eyesight, standing up in the front of the boat, reading signs on the shore. Trying to read numberplates. Maybe I was right and in that short transitional moment I went from slightly fuzzy longsightedness to subtle myopia that would get continuously and significantly worse for the next 6 years.
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Maybe a year is as long or as short as we want it to be. It's an interesting experiment I should try . . . lately they've been blindingly fast. The eye is an amazing thing, especially when you're small.
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