But am I wrong to hate it? More than anything else in the world I want to _see_ Lambertson, _see_ him smile and light his pipe, _hear_ him laugh. I want to know what color _really_ is, what music _really_ sounds like unfiltered through somebody else's ears. I want to see a sunset, just once. Just once I want to see that mother duck take her ducklings down to the water. But I never will. Instead, I see and hear things nobody else can, and the fact that I am stone blind and stone deaf shouldn't make any difference. After all, I've always been that way. Maybe next week I'll ask Aarons what he thinks about it. It should be interesting to hear what he says.