Thursday, December 09, 2010

"The one great personal tragedy of [Edward Page] Mitchell's life was a bizarre accident in 1872, when he was twenty years old. On a train journey from Bowdoin College to Bath, Maine, a hot cinder from the engine's smokestack flew in through the window and struck Mitchell's left eye, blinding it. After several weeks, while doctors attempted to restore this eye's sight, Mitchell's uninjured right eye suddenly underwent sympathetic blindness, rendering him completely sightless. His burnt left eye eventually healed and regained its sight, but his uninjured right eye remained blind. The sightless eye was later removed surgically, and replaced with a prosthetic glass eye."

1 comment:

cuentacuentos said...

Would you say, that the fact of being a victim of an old technology, and subsequently also the victim of a converse compensation by the nature ...
I mean, one should indeed think that, instead of sympathetic blindness, the great plan rather provides that, when one eye fails, the other makes any conceivable effort to see better.
... Would you say that such a man is predestined – for not saying doomed - to be a visionary of something like food-pellet concentrates?

Well, perhaps the great plan gives more importance to sympathy than to poetic justice. – Can’t get used to food-pellets, though.
Here we have “Bouletten”.

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