So much the better; they don't remind me of my deafness by trying to talk, and they keep as much as possible out of my way.

This morning, after breakfast, I altered the arrangement of my books--and then I made my fourth attempt, in the last ten days, to read some of my favorite authors.

No: my taste has apparently changed since the time when I could hear.

I closed one volume after another; caring nothing for what used to be deeply interesting to me.
"Reckless and savage--with a burning head and a cold heart--I went out to look about me.
"After two hours of walking and thinking, I found that I had wandered to our county town.

The rain began to fall heavily just as I happened to be passing a bookseller's shop.