““The last time Anna had really read anything was when she was a student. José Saramago’s Blindness. It had left her perplexed. “No wonder,” said Perdu. “It’s not a book for someone starting out in life. It’s for people in the middle of it. Who wonder where the devil the first half went. Who raise their eyes from the feet they’d been eagerly placing one in front of the other without looking where they’ve been running so sensibly and diligently all this time. Only those who are blind to life need Saramago’s fable. You, Anna, can see.” After that, Anna had stopped reading;””
