First Blind Man. This is no time for prayer!
Second Blind Man. You will pray soon enough, in the dormitory!
(The three old women continue their prayers.)
Third Blind Man. I should like to know who it is I am sitting by.
Second Blind Man. I think I am next to you.
(They feel about them.)
Third Blind Man. We can’t reach each other.
First Blind Man. Nevertheless, we are not far apart. (He feels about him and strikes with his staff the fifth blind man, who utters a muffled groan.) The one who cannot hear is beside us.
Second Blind Man. I don’t hear anybody; we were six just now.
First Blind Man. I am going to count. Let us question the women, too; we must know what to depend upon. I hear the three old women praying all the time; are they together?