Do you ever talk to beggars with disabilities? I do. In Madrid a blind woman outside a church told me about Franco. Guess what? He ate children. And judging by the size of his tomb he ate lots of them.
My academic friends say, “Why do you talk to them?” They’re in a hurry and want to get to Starbucks.
“You can’t theorize everything,” I say, “not everything…”
Planet of the Blind 