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Show CHRYSALIS pAGE 206 "I can't stand self-pity," he says quickly. It has been a battle, but he does the best he can. "We can do about anything, if we stick to it long enough." Was there ever any self-pity, or recriminations? "Yes. It would have been easy to just give up. I felt very bitter once. But after a lot of prayer I gained control of myself. It was either get control and go on living, or else go all to pieces. The longer we grumble and sigh over our troubles, the longer they'll rub us." I wonder what he loves, what things he misses most? "I miss reading. I used to be a great reader. Now I have the Talking Books. I used to work in the yard, out in the garden. I miss it greatly." I can see that he does. The garden in his yard blooms crimson and gold, and although Harry can't see it, I know he sees it in his "mind's eye." "I've traveled around a good deal," he tells me. "We spent a year touring Africa and Europe, and the United States and Canada. We still travel. And every place we go I know just where we are and what it's like, because I've been there before. And I love opera. Puccini. I enjoy Chopin and Shubert and Beethoven. I love all the arts. Tonight we're going to the |
