The mind is a vulnerable, wounded, sick thing. Your mad butcher didn't attack the corneas and retinas of your grown-ups to keep them from seeing. It was their minds, n'est-ce pas? The physical is resilient and straightforward, but the mind so easily shattered.
[ And then, quietly, with less of that drollness - ]
no subject
[ By turns a dry smile towards Richie. ]
The mind is a vulnerable, wounded, sick thing. Your mad butcher didn't attack the corneas and retinas of your grown-ups to keep them from seeing. It was their minds, n'est-ce pas? The physical is resilient and straightforward, but the mind so easily shattered.
[ And then, quietly, with less of that drollness - ]
It sounds as though your Stan can attest to that.