The Secret Sense

You are blind, Lincoln,-blind!"

The Earthman raised a haggard face and gri

ed, but it was no more than a horrible baring of the teeth. It took every ounce of will-power he possessed to maintain an air of composure.

He did not trust himself to speak. With wavering step, he marched out of the room, head held high to the end.

And within, that tiny, bitter voice, repeating over and over again, "You entered a normal man! You leave blind-blind-BLIND."