Translation number 9 (week nine):

     My brother has gone quite mad.   He insists that we go on searching constantly, that we go on crawling constantly through the darkness, bumping into walls, tearing and bloodying our arms and legs…   There is a kind of blind, fanatical stubbornness about him.   He is quite simply possessed by a mania for sun and light, which are concepts he has himself invented.

     I do not know what I should do.   I am afraid of him.   But I cannot carry on.   My strength is failing me.   I believe that I shall soon perish.   In my short moments of rest I weep, but my brother does not see my tears.   “Forward, Forward!” he cries, and I crawl on, adding my falling tears to the darkness.

     And suddenly I saw light.   It flickered and glimmered and threatened to disappear at any moment.   But it was real light.   “Look, Brother,” I shouted—“Over there, light!   Look!”   But he was silent.   Then he said: “It’s too early yet.   It can’t be light.   Keep going.   It’s still too early.   Forward!”

     And then I understood.   My brother is BLIND!