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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan: I felt the warmth of an old thrill.
'Once upon a time,' I said, 'I was allowed to have an eye.' The
wine, untasted all those years, went to my head. 'That's a vigorous
bit above,' I continued.
'Oh, well! It isn't really up to much, you know. It's Rosario's.
He photographs mostly, but he has a notion of colour.'
'Really?' said I, thinking with regard to my eye that the sun of
that atrocious country had put it out. 'I expect I've lost it,' I
said aloud.
'Your eye? Oh, you'll easily get a fresh one. Do you go home for
the exhibitions?'
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