t when Nature decrees darkness。
In the night of that first day of sightI should not be able to sleepso full would be my mind of the memories of the day。
The Second Day
The next day—the second day of sight—I should arise with the dawn and see the thrilling miracle by which night is transformed into
This day I should devote to a hasty glimpse of the worldpast and 's progressthe kaleidoscope of the of but I have longed to see with my eyes the condensed history of the earth and its inhabitants displayed there animals and the races of men pictured in their native environment；gigantic carcasses of dinosaurs and mastodons which roamed the earth long before man appearedwith his tiny stature and powerful brainto conquer the animal kingdom；realistic presentations of the processes of development in animalsin manand in the implements which man has used to fashion for himself a secure home on this planet；and a thousand and one other aspects of natural history。
I wonder how many readers of this article have viewed this panorama of the face of living things as pictured in that inspiring of coursehave not had the opportunitybut I am sure that many who have had the opportunity have not made use of indeedis a place to use your but I with my imaginary three days of sightcould only take a hasty glimpseand pass on。
My next stop would be the Metropolitan Museum of Artfor just as the Museum of Natural History reveals the material aspects of the worldso does the Metropolitan show the myriad facets of the human shelterand in the vast chambers of the Metropolitan Museumis unfolded before me the spirit of EgyptGreeceand Romeas expressed in their and I have sensed the rhythmic beauty of charging Athenian bearded features of Homer are dear to mefor hetooknew blindness。txt电子书分享平台
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My hands have lingered upon the living marble of roman sculpture as well as that of later ｏ's inspiring and heroic Moses；I have sensed the power of Rodin；I have been awed by the devoted spirit of Gothic wood but even they were meant to be seen rather than feltand I can only guess at the beauty which remains hidden from but its figured decorations are lost to me。
So on thismy second day of sightI should try to probe into the soul of man through this the whole magnificent world of painting would be opened to me；from the Italian Primitiveswith their serene religious devotionto the Moderns；with their feverish ；Leonardo da VinciTitianstudy the mysteries of E1 Grecocatch a new vision of Nature from there is so much rich meaning and beauty in the art of the ages for you who have eyes to see！
Upon my short visit to this temple of art I should not be able to review a fraction of that great world of art which is open to of positionof form and how happily would I embark upon so fascinating a study！ Yet I am told thatto many of you who have eyes to seethe world of art is a dark nightunexplored and which contains the key to beauty—a beauty so howeverdo not need a metropolitan to find this key to and in books on the shelves of even small in my limited time of imaginary sightI should choose the place where the key unlocks the greatest treasures in the shortest time。
The evening of my second day of sight I should spend at a theatre or at the but the action of the play must be spelled into my hand by a or the gusty Falstaff amid colorful Elizabethan trappings！ How I should like to follow each movement of the graceful Hamleteach strut of the hearty Falstaff！ And since I could see only one playI should be confronted by a manyhorned dilemmafor there are scores of plays I should want to I wonderwhen you gaze at a playa movieor any spectaclerealize and give thanks for the miracle of sight which enables you to enjoy its colorgraceand movement？txt电子书分享平台
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I cannot enjoy the beauty of rhythmic movement except in a sphere restricted to the touch of my although I know something of the delight of rhythmfor often I can sense the beat of music as it vibrates through the ；if this static grace can be so lovelyhow much more acute must be the thrill of seeing grace in motion。
One of my dearest memories is of the time when Joseph Jefferson allowed me to touch his face and hands as he went through some of the gestures and speeches of his beloved Rip Van and I shall never forget the delight of that ohhow much I must missand how much pleasure you seeing ones can derive from watching and hearing the interplay of speech and movement in the unfolding of a dramatic performance！ If I could see only one playI should know how to picture in my mind the action of a hundred plays which I have read or had transferred to me through the medium of the manual alphabet。
Sothrough the evening of my second imaginary day of sightthe great fingers of dramatic literature would crowd sleep from my eyes。
The Third Day
The following morningI should again greet the dawnanxious to discover new delightsfor I am sure thatfor those who have eyes which really seethe dawn of each day must be a perpetually new revelation of beauty。
Thisaccording to the terms of my imagined miracleis to be my third and last day of ；there is too much to animate and amid the haunts of men going about the business of
I start from my home in the quiet little suburb of Forest HillsLong surrounded by green lawnstreesand flowersare neat little houses；happy with the voices and movements of wives and childrenhavens of peaceful rest for men who toil in the and I get a new and startling vision of the power and ingenuity of the mind of stolidsnorting I should spend many of them watching the delightful activity upon the river。
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I look aheadand before me rise the fantastic towers of New Yorka city that seems to have stepped from the pages of a fairy inspiring sightthese glittering structures such as the gods might build for themselves！ This animated picture is a part of the lives of millions of people every I wondergive it so much as a seconds glance？ Very fewI
I hurry to the top of one of those gigantic structuresthe Empire State Buildingfor therea short time agoI “saw” the city below through the eyes of my for to me it would be a vision of another world。
Now I begin my rounds of the I stand at a busy cornermerely looking at peopletrying by sight of them to understand something of their and I am and I am proudI see sufferingand I am passionate。
I stroll down Fifth so that I see no particular object but only a seething kaleidoscope of 's dresses moving in a throng must be a gorgeous spectacle of which I should never —too interested in styles and the cut of individual dresses to give much attention to the splendor of color in the toothat I should bee an inveterate window shopperfor it must be a delight to the eye to view the myriad articles of beauty on display。
From Fifth Avenue I make a tour of the city—to Park Avenueto the slums；to factor