Vidal walks me around a birdcage that’s inexplicably sitting on a sidewalk. The bird is gone. Then he walks me around a tricycle. The child has gone. The world is sophisticated in its chance mechanisms. The heart beats faster. At any moment we might be gone. One has to think these things. Beyond the tricycle we stop because someone has left a bundle of tied newspapers on the sidewalk. Obviously the paper boy has suffered a cruel fate. Vidal walks us around the obstacle. Walks without dire signals. I’m superstitious and he’s an engineer, watching the world’s building blocks. One of many great features of the guide dog: his pace.
Planet of the Blind 