قراءة كتاب The World I Live In
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THE WORLD I LIVE IN
HELEN KELLER
"The autobiography of Helen Keller is unquestionably one of the most remarkable records ever published."—British Weekly.
"This book is a human document of intense interest, and without a parallel, we suppose, in the history of literature."—Yorkshire Post.
"Miss Keller's autobiography, well written and full of practical interest in all sides of life, literary, artistic and social, records an extraordinary victory over physical disabilities."—Times.
"This book is a record of the miraculous. No one can read it without being profoundly touched by the patience and devotion which brought the blind, deaf-mute child into touch with human life, without being filled with wonder at the quick intelligence which made such communication with the outside world possible."—Queen.
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THE WORLD I LIVE IN
BY
HELEN KELLER
ILLUSTRATED
HODDER AND STOUGHTON
LONDON NEW YORK TORONTO
HENRY H. ROGERS
MY DEAR FRIEND OF
MANY YEARS
PREFACE
Every book is in a sense autobiographical. But while other self-recording creatures are permitted at least to seem to change the subject, apparently nobody cares what I think of the tariff, the conservation of our natural resources, or the conflicts which revolve about the name of Dreyfus. If I offer to reform the education system of the world, my editorial friends say, "That is interesting. But will you please tell us what idea you had of goodness and beauty when you were six years old?" First they ask me to tell the life of the child who is mother to the woman. Then they make me my own daughter and ask for an account of grown-up sensations. Finally I am requested to write about my dreams, and thus I become an anachronical grandmother; for it is the special privilege of old age to relate dreams. The editors are so kind that they are no doubt right in thinking that nothing I have to say about the affairs of the universe would be interesting. But until they give me opportunity to write about matters that are not-me, the world must go on uninstructed and unreformed, and I can only do my best with the one small subject upon which I am allowed to discourse.
In "The Chant of Darkness" I did not intend to set up as a poet. I thought I was writing prose, except for the magnificent passage from Job which I was paraphrasing. But this part seemed to my friends to separate itself from the exposition, and I made it into a kind of poem.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I |
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| The Seeing Hand | 3 |
CHAPTER II |
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| The Hands of Others | 19 |
CHAPTER III |
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| The Hand of the Race | 33 |
CHAPTER IV |
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| The Power of Touch | 45 |
CHAPTER V |
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| The Finer Vibrations | 63 |
CHAPTER VI |
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| Smell, the Fallen Angel | 77 |
CHAPTER VII |
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| Relative Values of the Senses | 95 |
CHAPTER VIII |
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| The Five-sensed World | 103 |
CHAPTER IX |
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| Inward Visions | 115 |
CHAPTER X |
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| Analogies in Sense Perception |
