So we kept on with it. His fingers rode my fingers as my hand went over the paper. It was like nothing else in my life up to now.
The husband didnt think he could learn something new like this, especially from someone who he saw as lesser before he met him
The blind man said, ‘We’re drawing a cathedral. Me and him are working on it. Press hard,’ he said to me. ‘That’s right. That’s good,’ he said. ‘Sure. You got it, bub. I can tell. You didn’t think you could. But you can, can’t you?
The husband trusts the old man and allows him to help him draw a cathedral even if he doesnt believe in religion
‘Bub, it’s all right,’ the blind man said. ‘It’s fine with me. Whatever you want to watch is okay. I’m always learning something. Learning never ends. It won’t hurt me to learn something tonight. I got ears,’ he said.
Even with how much the blind man has gone through in his life he is still open to learning
‘That’s all right,’ I said. Then I said, ‘I’m glad for the company.’ And I guess I was. Every night I smoked dope and stayed up as long as I could before I fell asleep.
Even if he judges the blind man he is glad to have his company
‘Thanks, bub,’
The blind man highly respects and thinks the husband is a good man
It’s funny, but if I turn the TV on, and I’m always turning it on, I turn on the colour set. It’s funny, don’t you think?’
I think its interesting that even though the blind man cannot see the tv he still turns on the color set version of the channels
Robert had done a little of everything, it seemed, a regular blind jack-of-all-trades.
He didnt let his blindness stop him from achieving what he wanted to
The blind man had right away located his foods, he knew just where everything was on his plate. I watched him with admiration as he used his knife and fork on the meat.
The husband is impressed by the blind mans senses
I remembered having read somewhere that the blind didn’t smoke because, as speculation had it, they couldn’t see the smoke they exhaled. I thought I knew that much and that much only about blind people. But this blind man smoked his cigarette down to the nubbin and then lit another one.
He has read many misconceptions about blind people that are being broken now that he has met one.
This blind man was in his late forties, a heavy-set, balding man with stopped shoulders, as if he carried a great weight there. He wore brown slacks, brown shoes, a light-brown shirt, a tie, a sports coat. Spiffy. He also had this full beard. But he didn’t use a cane and he didn’t wear dark glasses. I’d always thought dark glasses were a must for the blind. Fact was, I wished he had a pair. At first glance, his eyes looked like anyone else’s eyes. But if you looked close, there was something different about them.
He is surprised by his appearance as it is not what he thinks blind people normally look like. However, he still judges him for looking like he does.
I’ve never met, or personally known, anyone who was blind.
The husbands first reaction to a blind man in real life
‘Right side,’ the blind man said. ‘I hadn’t been on a train in nearly 40 years. Not since I was a kid. With my folks. That’s been a long time. I’d nearly forgotten the sensation.
The blind man still remembers the sensation of a train ride after 40 years of not being on one
‘I feel like we’ve already met,’ he boomed.
The blind man already has a image in his head of what the husband looks like, how he is as a person, what he does in life, etc
Someone who could wear makeup or not – what difference to him? She could, if she wanted, wear green eye-shadow around one eye, a straight pin in her nostril, yellow slacks and purple shoes, no matter. And then to slip off into the death, the blind man’s hand on her hand, his blind eyes streaming tears – I’m imagining it now – her last thought maybe this: that he never even knew what she looked like, and she on an express to the grave.
The author could be saying that the blind man could see her beauty through the things she did for him even if he couldn't actually see them.
It was beyond my understanding. Hearing this, I felt sorry for the blind man for a little bit. And then I found myself thinking what a pitiful life this woman must have led. Imagine a woman who could never see herself as she was seen in the eyes of her loved one. A woman who could go on day after day and never receive the smallest compliment from her beloved. A woman whose husband could never read the expression on her face, be it misery or something better.
The husband does not understand why anyone would date a blind man knowing they would never be able to see them or tell them how beautiful they looked that day.
She and I began going out, and of course she told her blind man about it. She told him every-thing, or so it seemed to me.
She highly trusts the blind man, and tells him about everything going on in her life.
Her officer – Why should he have a name? He was the childhood sweetheart, and what more does he want?
We are meant to think that he has everything he wants
My idea of blindness came from the movies. In the movies, the blind moved slowly and never laughed. Sometimes they were led by seeing eye dogs. Blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to.
Judgmental of his disability before even meeting him. Misperception of blindness.
She hadn’t seen him since she worked for him one summer in Seattle ten years ago. But she and the blind man had kept in touch.
Havent seen each other in long time but deep enough connection to stay in touch