"'What is it?' they cried. 'What's the matter?'
"'I can see!' he told them. But they were puzzled, for they had brought no lights.
"'What can you see?' they asked. 'There is nothing to be seen here in the dark.'
"'I see black!' he said. 'In front of my face is blackness—however, at the back of my head, I'm still blind and I see nothing.'"
Katherine was delighted. "I'm not quite sure I understand."
"Why, to the blind there are no shadows," Farley said. "Another drink?"
"I think it would be lovely," she had said, and since she could see no shadows, she had begun to fall in love.
Doctor Russell Chalmers Farley looked up at Phil and smiled. It was a charming smile and it was as genuine as a guaranteed, ten-carat, real, honest-to-goodness zircon. "As Katherine has probably told you," he said, "what you are doing is completely over my bowed head. I am enormously impressed and at the same time unable to comprehend."
"I find it hard to comprehend, too," Phil Kaufman said. "And I suppose that's what leads me on."
"Well, the thing is," Farley continued, "Washington seems to have gotten wind of it, and you know how they are. They don't like things to be over their heads."