День триффидов
The End begins
Overaweek’scompleteblindnesscandoalottofrightenyououtoftakingchanceswithyoursight.Itwastruethattheyintendedtoremovethebandagestoday,butthatwouldbedoneinaspecialdimlight,andtheywouldallowthemtostayoffonlyiftheinspectionofmyeyesweresatisfactory.
Ididnotknowwhetheritwouldbe.Itmightbethatmysightwaspermanentlyimpaired.OrthatIwouldnotbeabletoseeatall.Ididnotknowyet.
Isworeandlaidholdofthebellpushagain.Ithelpedtorelievemyfeelingsabit.
Noone,itseemed,wasinterestedinbells.Ibegantogetasmuchsoreasworried.It’shumiliatingtobedependent,anyway,butit’sastillpoorerpasstohavenoonetodependon.Mypatiencewaswhittlingdown.Something,Idecided,hadgottobedoneaboutit.
IfIweretobawldownthepassageandgenerallyraisehell,somebodyoughttoshowupifonlytotellmewhattheythoughtofme.Iturnedbackthesheetandgotoutofbed.I’dneverseentheroomIwasin,andthoughIhadafairlygoodideabyearofthepositionofthedoor,itwasn’tallthateasytofind.Thereseemedtobeseveralpuzzlingandunnecessaryobstacles,butIgotacrossatthecostofastubbedtoeandminordamagetomyshin.Ishovedoutintothepassage.
"Hey!"Ishouted."Iwantsomebreakfast.Roomforty-eight!"
Foramomentnothinghappened.Thencamevoicesallshoutingtogether.Itsoundedlikehundredsofthem,andnotawordcomingthroughclearly.
