ABSTRACT
Joey, tell us how the world looks to a blind newsboy. Tell us how the big town climbs off its sky-scrapers, like a herd of black, monstrous elephants, comes tearing and rolling down the streets into a deep pit at your feet, and little black beads rise like licorice spots before the unseeing eyes. The perspective is different. Everything is vast and monstrous far away, and dwindles as it thunders towards you.
