What can I do now, before the light goes ?' There was no answer.

Dick waited till he could regain some sort of control over himself.

His hands were shaking, and he prided himself on their steadiness; he could feel that his lips were quivering, and the sweat was running down his face.

He was lashed by fear, driven forward by the desire to get to work at once and accomplish something, and maddened by the refusal of his brain to do more than repeat the news that he was about to go blind.

'It's a humiliating exhibition,' he thought, 'and I'm glad Torp isn't here to see.