第9部分(第1/5 页)

I　cannot　enjoy　the　beauty　of　rhythmic　movement　except　in　a　sphere　restricted　to　the　touch　of　my　�although　I　know　something　of　the　delight　of　rhythm�for　often　I　can　sense　the　beat　of　music　as　it　vibrates　through　the　；if　this　static　grace　can　be　so　lovely�how　much　more　acute　must　be　the　thrill　of　seeing　grace　in　motion。

One　of　my　dearest　memories　is　of　the　time　when　Joseph　Jefferson　allowed　me　to　touch　his　face　and　hands　as　he　went　through　some　of　the　gestures　and　speeches　of　his　beloved　Rip　Van　�and　I　shall　never　forget　the　delight　of　that　�oh�how　much　I　must　miss�and　how　much　pleasure　you　seeing　ones　can　derive　from　watching　and　hearing　the　interplay　of　speech　and　movement　in　the　unfolding　of　a　dramatic　performance！　If　I　could　see　only　one　play�I　should　know　how　to　picture　in　my　mind　the　action　of　a　hundred　plays　which　I　have　read　or　had　transferred　to　me　through　the　medium　of　the　manual　alphabet。

So�through　the　evening　of　my　second　imaginary　day　of　sight�the　great　fingers　of　dramatic　literature　would　crowd　sleep　from　my　eyes。

The　Third　Day

The　following　morning�I　should　again　greet　the　dawn�anxious　to　discover　new　delights�for　I　am　sure　that�for　those　who　have　eyes　which　really　see�the　dawn　of　each　day　must　be　a　perpetually　new　revelation　of　beauty。

This�according　to　the　terms　of　my　imagined　miracle�is　to　be　my　third　and　last　day　of　；there　is　too　much　to　�animate　and　�amid　the　haunts　of　men　going　about　the　business　of

I　start　from　my　home　in　the　quiet　little　suburb　of　Forest　Hills�Long　�surrounded　by　green　lawns�trees�and　flowers�are　neat　little　houses；happy　with　the　voices　and　movements　of　wives　and　children�havens　of　peaceful　rest　for　men　who　toil　in　the　�and　I　get　a　new　and　startling　vision　of　the　power　and　ingenuity　of