第12章生命本身就是最美的希望（12）
IstartfrommyhomeilesuburbofForestHills，LongIsland。Here，surroundedbygreenlawns，trees，andflowers，arelehouses，happywiththevoientsofwivesand，havensofpeacefulrestformenwhotoiliy。IdriveacrossthelacystructureofsteelwhistheEastRiver，aaartlingvisionofthepenuityofthemindofman。Busyboastsdscurryabouttheriverracyspeedboat，sts。IfIhadlongdaysofsightahead，Ishouldspendmagthedelightfulactivityupontheriver。
Ilookahead，andbeforemerisethefantastictowersofNewYork，acitythatseemstohavesteppedfromthepagesofafairystory。iringsight，theseglitterihesevastbanksofstouressuchasthegodsmightbuildforthemselves!Thisaureisapartofthelivesofmillionsofpeopleeveryday。Howmany，Iwiveitsomuchasasece?Veryfew，Ifear。Theireyesareblindtothismagbecauseitissofamiliartothem。
Ihurrytothetopofohosegiganticstructures，theEmpireStateBuilding，forthere，asho，I"saw"thecitybelhtheeyesofmysecretary。Iamanxioustoyfancywithreality。IamsureIshouldnotbedisappoihepanoramaspreadoutbeforeme，fortomeitwouldbeavisionofanotherworld。
NowIbeginmyrouy。First，Istandatabusyerelylookiryingbysightofthemtouahingoftheirlive。Iseesmiles，andIamhappy。Iseeseriousdetermination，andIamproud，Iseesuffering，andIampassionate。
IstrolldownFifthAvehrowmyeyesoutoffocus，sothatIseenoparticularobjelyaseethingkaleidoscopeofthattheen'sdressesmovinginathrongmustbeageousspectacleofwhichIshouldperhapsifIhadsightIshouldbelikemostotherwomeedihedividualdressestogivemutiontothesplendorofthemass。AndIamced，too，thatIshouldbeeaewindowshopper，foritmustbeadelighttotheeyetoviewthemyriadarticlesofbeautyondisplay。
FromFifthAveourofthecity—toParkAveheslums，tofactories，toparkswhereplay。Itakeastay-at-hometripabroadbyvisitingthefnquarters。AlwaysmyeyesareopehesightsofbothhappinessahatImayprobedeepandaddtofhowpeopleworkandlive。Myheartisfulloftheimagesofpeopleandthings。Myeyepasseslightlyletrifle;itstrivestotoudholdcloselyeagitsgazerestsuposarepleasant，fillihhappisomearemiserablypathetic。TotheselatterIdonotshutmyeyes，forthey，too，arepartoflife。Toclosetheeyeooclosetheheartandmind。
MythirddayofsightisdraerhapstherearemanyseriouspursuitstowhichIshoulddevotethefewremaininghours，butIamafraidthatohatlastdayIshouldagainrunawaytothetheater，toahilariouslyfunnyplay，sothatImightappreciatetheovertonesofedyinthehumanspirit。
Atmidnightmytemporaryrespitefromblindnessermawouldeagain。NaturallyihreeshortdaysIshouldnothaveseenallIwaosee。OnlywhendarknesshadagaindeseshouldIrealizehowmuchIhadleftumymindwouldbesocrowdedwithgloriousmemoriesthatIshouldhavelittletimefrets。Thereafterthetouchofeveryobjectwlowingmemoryofhowthatobjectlooked。
&hisshortoutlineofhowIshouldspendthreedaysofsightdoesheprogramyouwouldsetforyourselfifyoukyouwereabouttobestrid。Iam，however，surethatifyouactuallyfacedthatfateyoureyeswouldopentothingsyouhadneverseeupmemnightahead。Youwoulduseyoureyesasneverbefyousawwouldbeedeartoyou。Youreyeswouldtoudembraceeveryobjectthatcamewithinyeofvisiolast，youwouldreallysee，andanewworldofbeautywouldopenitselfbeforeyou。