1 The old man, whom I soon perceived to be blind, employed his leisure hours on his instrument or in contemplation.
2 My father was not scientific, and I was left to struggle with a child's blindness, added to a student's thirst for knowledge.
3 I revolved many projects, but that on which I finally fixed was to enter the dwelling when the blind old man should be alone.
4 I am blind and cannot judge of your countenance, but there is something in your words which persuades me that you are sincere.
5 But so blind is the experience of man that what I conceived to be the best assistants to my plan may have entirely destroyed it.
6 When I slept or was absent, the forms of the venerable blind father, the gentle Agatha, and the excellent Felix flitted before me.
7 His blind and aged father and his gentle sister lay in a noisome dungeon while he enjoyed the free air and the society of her whom he loved.
8 But, as if possessed of magic powers, the monster had blinded me to his real intentions; and when I thought that I had prepared only my own death, I hastened that of a far dearer victim.
9 During my first experiment, a kind of enthusiastic frenzy had blinded me to the horror of my employment; my mind was intently fixed on the consummation of my labour, and my eyes were shut to the horror of my proceedings.
10 To be a great and virtuous man appeared the highest honour that can befall a sensitive being; to be base and vicious, as many on record have been, appeared the lowest degradation, a condition more abject than that of the blind mole or harmless worm.