海伦·凯勒

HelenKeller

Allofushavereadthrillingstoriesinwhichtheherohadonlyalimitedandsecifiedtimetolive。Sometimesitwasaslongasayear;sometimesasshortastwenty-fourhours。Butalwayswewereinterestedindiscoveringjusthowthedoomedmanchosetosendhislastdaysorhislasthours。Iseak，ofcourse，offreemenwhohaveachoice，notcondemnedcriminalswhoseshereofactivitiesisstrictlydelimited。

Suchstoriessetusthinking，wonderingwhatweshoulddoundersimilarcircumstances。Whatevents，whatexeriences，whatassociationsshouldwecrowdintothoselasthoursasmortalbeings?Whathainessshouldwefindinreviewingtheast，whatregrets?

SometimesIhavethoughtitwouldbeanexcellentruletoliveeachdayasifweshoulddietomorrow。Suchanattitudewouldemhasizesharlythevaluesoflife。Weshouldliveeachdaywithgentleness，avigor，andakeennessofareciationwhichareoftenlostwhentimestretchesbeforeusintheconstantanoramaofmoredaysandmonthsandyearstocome。Therearethose，ofcourse，whowouldadottheEicureanmottoof

"Eat，drink，andbemerry，

"butmosteolewouldbechastenedbythecertaintyofimendingdeath。

Instoriesthedoomedheroisusuallysavedatthelastminutebysomestrokeoffortune，butalmostalwayshissenseofvaluesischanged。Hebecomesmoreareciativeofthemeaningoflifeanditsermanentsiritualvalues。Ithasoftenbeennotedthatthosewholive，orhavelived，intheshadowofdeathbringamellowsweetnesstoeverythingtheydo。

Mostofus，however，takelifeforgranted。Weknowthatonedaywemustdie，butusuallyweicturethatdayasfarinthefuture。Whenweareinbuoyanthealth，deathisallbutunimaginable。Weseldomthinkofit。Thedaysstretchoutinanendlessvista。Sowegoaboutourettytasks，hardlyawareofourlistlessattitudetowardlife。

Thesamelethargy，Iamafraid，characterizestheuseofallourfacultiesandsenses。Onlythedeafareciatehearing，onlytheblindrealizethemanifoldblessingsthatlieinsight。Particularlydoesthisobservationalytothosewhohavelostsightandhearinginadultlife。Butthosewhohaveneversufferedimairmentofsightorhearingseldommakethefullestuseoftheseblessedfaculties。Theireyesandearstakeinallsightsandsoundshazily，withoutconcentrationandwithlittleareciation。Itisthesameoldstoryofnotbeinggratefulforwhatwehaveuntilweloseit，ofnotbeingconsciousofhealthuntilweareill。

Ihaveoftenthoughtitwouldbeablessingifeachhumanbeingwerestrickenblindanddeafforafewdaysatsometimeduringhisearlyadultlife。

Darknesswouldmakehimmoreareciativeofsight;silencewouldteachhimthejoysofsound。

NowandthenIhavetestedmyseeingfriendstodiscoverwhattheysee。

RecentlyIwasvisitedbyaverygoodfriendwhohadjustreturnedfromalongwalkinthewoods，andIaskedherwhatshehadobserved…

"Nothinginarticular

"sherelied。ImighthavebeenincreduloushadInotbeenaccustomedtosuchreoses，forlongagoIbecameconvincedthattheseeingseelittle。

Howwasitossible，Iaskedmyself，towalkforanhourthroughthewoodsandseenothingworthyofnote?Iwhocannotseefindhundredsofthingstointerestmethroughmeretouch。Ifeelthedelicatesymmetryofaleaf。Iassmyhandslovinglyaboutthesmoothskinofasilverbirch，ortherough，shaggybarkofaine。InthesringItouchthebranchesoftreeshoefullyinsearchofabudthefirstsignofawakeningnatureafterherwintersslee。Ifeelthedelightful，velvetytextureofaflower，anddiscoveritsremarkableconvolutions;andsomethingofthemiracleofNatureisrevealedtome。Occasionally，ifIamveryfortunate，Ilacemyhandgentlyonasmalltreeandfeelthehayquiverofabirdinfullsong。Iamdelightedtohavethecoolwatersofabrookrushthoughtmyoenfinger。TomealushcaretofineneedlesorsongygrassismorewelcomethanthemostluxuriousPersianrug。Tometheageantofseasonsisathrillingandunendingdrama，theactionofwhichstreamsthroughmyfingertis。

Attimesmyheartcriesoutwithlongingtoseeallthesethings。IfIcangetsomuchleasurefrommeretouch，howmuchmorebeautymustberevealedbysight。Yet，thosewhohaveeyesaarentlyseelittle。Theanoramaofcolorandactionwhichfillstheworldistakenforgranted。Itishuman，erhas，toareciatelittlethatwhichwehaveandtolongforthatwhichwehavenot，butitisagreatitythatintheworldoflightthegiftofsightisusedonlyasamereconveniencesratherthanasameansofaddingfullnesstolife。

IfIweretheresidentofauniversityIshouldestablishacomulsorycoursein

"HowtoUseYourEyes

"。Therofessorwouldtrytoshowhisuilshowtheycouldaddjoytotheirlivesbyreallyseeingwhatassesunnoticedbeforethem。Hewouldtrytoawaketheirdormantandsluggishfaculties。

PerhasIcanbestillustratebyimaginingwhatIshouldmostliketoseeifIweregiventheuseofmyeyes，say，forjustthreedays。AndwhileIamimagining，suoseyou，too，setyourmindtoworkontheroblemofhowyouwoulduseyourowneyesifyouhadonlythreemoredaystosee。Ifwiththeon-comingdarknessofthethirdnightyouknewthatthesunwouldneverriseforyouagain，howwouldyousendthosethreereciousinterveningdays?Whatwouldyoumostwanttoletyourgazerestuon?

I，naturally，shouldwantmosttoseethethingswhichhavebecomedeartomethroughmyyearsofdarkness。You，too，wouldwanttoletyoureyesrestonthethingsthathavebecomedeartoyousothatyoucouldtakethememoryofthemwithyouintothenightthatloomedbeforeyou。

If，bysomemiracle，Iweregrantedthreeseeingdays，tobefollowedbyarelaseintodarkness，Ishoulddividetheeriodintothreearts。

TheFirstDay

Onthefirstday，Ishouldwanttoseetheeolewhosekindnessandgentlenessandcomanionshihavemademylifeworthliving。FirstIshouldliketogazelonguonthefaceofmydearteacher，Mrs。AnneSullivanMacy，whocametomewhenIwasachildandoenedtheouterworldtome。Ishouldwantnotmerelytoseetheoutlineofherface，sothatIcouldcherishitinmymemory，buttostudythatfaceandfindinitthelivingevidenceofthesymathetictendernessandatiencewithwhichsheaccomlishedthedifficulttaskofmyeducation。Ishouldliketoseeinhereyesthatstrengthofcharacterwhichhasenabledhertostandfirminthefaceofdifficulties，andthatcomassionforallhumanitywhichshehasrevealedtomesooften。

Idonotknowwhatitistoseeintotheheartofafriendthroughthat

"windowofthesoul

"，theeye。Icanonly

"see

"throughmyfingertistheoutlineofaface。Icandetectlaughter，sorrow，andmanyotherobviousemotions。Iknowmyfriendsfromthefeeloftheirfaces。ButIcannotreallyicturetheirersonalitiesbytouch。Iknowtheirersonalities，ofcourse，throughothermeans，throughthethoughtstheyexresstome，throughwhateveroftheiractionsarerevealedtome。ButIamdeniedthatdeeerunderstandingofthemwhichIamsurewouldcomethroughsightofthem，throughwatchingtheirreactionstovariousexressedthoughtsandcircumstances，throughnotingtheimmediateandfleetingreactionsoftheireyesandcountenance。

FriendswhoareneartomeIknowwell，becausethroughthemonthsandyearstheyrevealthemselvestomeinalltheirhases;butofcasualfriendsIhaveonlyanincomleteimression，animressiongainedfromahandclas，fromsokenwordswhichItakefromtheirliswithmyfingertis，orwhichtheytaintothealmofmyhand。

Howmucheasier，howmuchmoresatisfyingitisforyouwhocanseetograsquicklytheessentialqualitiesofanotherersonbywatchingthesubtletiesofexression，thequiverofamuscle，theflutterofahand。Butdoesiteveroccurtoyoutouseyoursighttoseeintotheinnernatureofafriendoracquaintance?Donotmostofyouseeingeolegrascasuallytheoutwardfeaturesofafaceandletitgoatthat?

Forinstancecanyoudescribeaccuratelythefacesoffivegoodfriends?Someofyoucan，butmanycannot。Asanexeriment，Ihavequestionedhusbandsoflongstandingaboutthecoloroftheirwiveseyes，andoftentheyexressembarrassedconfusionandadmitthattheydonotknow。And，incidentally，itisachroniccomlaintofwivesthattheirhusbandsdonotnoticenewdresses，newhats，andchangesinhouseholdarrangements。

Theeyesofseeingersonssoonbecomeaccustomedtotheroutineoftheirsurroundings，andtheyactuallyseeonlythestartlingandsectacular。Buteveninviewingthemostsectacularsightstheeyesarelazy。Courtrecordsrevealeverydayhowinaccurately

"eyewitnesses

"see。Agiveneventwillbe

"seen

"inseveraldifferentwaysbyasmanywitnesses。Someseemorethanothers，butfewseeeverythingthatiswithintherangeoftheirvision。

Oh，thethingsthatIshouldseeifIhadtheowerofsightforjustthreedays!

Thefirstdaywouldbeabusyone。Ishouldcalltomeallmydearfriendsandlooklongintotheirfaces，imrintinguonmymindtheoutwardevidencesofthebeautythatiswithinthem。Ishouldletmyeyesrest，too，onthefaceofababy，sothatIcouldcatchavisionoftheeager，innocentbeautywhichrecedestheindividualsconsciousnessoftheconflictswhichlifedevelos。

AndIshouldliketolookintotheloyal，trustingeyesofmydogs—thegrave，cannylittleScottie，Darkie，andthestalwart，understandingGreatDaneHelga，whosewarm，tender，andlayfulfriendshisaresocomfortingtome。

OnthatbusyfirstdayIshouldalsoviewthesmallsimlethingsofmyhome。Iwanttoseethewarmcolorsintherugsundermyfeet，theicturesonthewalls，theintimatetriflesthattransformahouseintohome。MyeyeswouldrestresectfullyonthebooksinraisedtyewhichIhaveread，buttheywouldbemoreeagerlyinterestedintherintedbookswhichseeingeolecanread，forduringthelongnightofmylifethebooksIhavereadandthosewhichhavebeenreadtomehavebuiltthemselvesintoagreatshininglighthouse，revealingtomethedeeestchannelsofhumanlifeandthehumansirit。

Intheafternoonofthatfirstseeingday，IshouldtakealongwalkinthewoodsandintoxicatemyeyesonthebeautiesoftheworldofNature，tryingdeseratelytoabsorbinafewhoursthevastslendorwhichisconstantlyunfoldingitselftothosewhocansee。OnthewayhomefrommywoodlandjauntmyathwouldlienearafarmsothatImightseetheatienthorsesloughinginthefield（erhasIshouldseeonlyatractor!）andtheserenecontentofmenlivingclosetothesoil。AndIshouldrayforthegloryofacolorfulsunset。

Whenduskhadfallen，IshouldexeriencethedoubledelightofbeingabletoseebyartificiallightwhichthegeniusofmanhascreatedtoextendtheowerofhissightwhenNaturedecreesdarkness。

Inthenightofthatfirstdayofsight，Ishouldnotbeabletoslee，sofullwouldbemymindofthememoriesoftheday。

TheSecondDay

Thenextday—theseconddayofsight—Ishouldarisewiththedawnandseethethrillingmiraclebywhichnightistransformedintoday。Ishouldbeholdwithawethemagnificentanoramaoflightwithwhichthesunawakensthesleeingearth。

ThisdayIshoulddevotetoahastyglimseoftheworld，astandresent。Ishouldwanttoseetheageantofmansrogress，thekaleidoscoeoftheages。Howcansomuchbecomressedintooneday?Throughthemuseums，ofcourse。OftenIhavevisitedtheNewYorkMuseumofNaturalHistorytotouchwithmyhandsmanyoftheobjectsthereexhibited，butIhavelongedtoseewithmyeyesthecondensedhistoryoftheearthanditsinhabitantsdislayedthereanimalsandtheracesofmenicturedintheirnativeenvironment;giganticcarcassesofdinosaursandmastodonswhichroamedtheearthlongbeforemanaeared，withhistinystatureandowerfulbrain，toconquertheanimalkingdom;realisticresentationsoftherocessesofdevelomentinanimals，inman，andintheimlementswhichmanhasusedtofashionforhimselfasecurehomeonthislanet;andathousandandoneotherasectsofnaturalhistory。

Iwonderhowmanyreadersofthisarticlehaveviewedthisanoramaofthefaceoflivingthingsasicturedinthatinsiringmuseum。Many，ofcourse，havenothadtheoortunity，butIamsurethatmanywhohavehadtheoortunityhavenotmadeuseofit。There，indeed，isalacetouseyoureyes。Youwhoseecansendmanyfruitfuldaysthere，butIwithmyimaginarythreedaysofsight，couldonlytakeahastyglimse，andasson。

MynextstowouldbetheMetroolitanMuseumofArt，forjustastheMuseumofNaturalHistoryrevealsthematerialasectsoftheworld，sodoestheMetroolitanshowthemyriadfacetsofthehumansirit。Throughoutthehistoryofhumanitytheurgetoartisticexressionhasbeenalmostasowerfulastheurgeforfood，shelter，androcreation。Andhere，inthevastchambersoftheMetroolitanMuseum，isunfoldedbeforemethesiritofEgyt，Greece，andRome，asexressedintheirart。IknowwellthroughmyhandsthesculturedgodsandgoddessesoftheancientNile-land。IhavefeltcoiesofParthenonfriezes，andIhavesensedtherhythmicbeautyofchargingAthenianwarriors。AollosandVenusesandtheWingedVictoryofSamothracearefriendsofmyfingertis。ThegnarledbeardedfeaturesofHomeraredeartome，forhe，too，knewblindness。

Myhandshavelingereduonthelivingmarbleofromanscultureaswellasthatoflatergenerations。IhaveassedmyhandsoveralastercastofMichelangelosinsiringandheroicMoses;IhavesensedtheowerofRodin;IhavebeenawedbythedevotedsiritofGothicwoodcarving。Theseartswhichcanbetouchedhavemeaningforme，buteventheyweremeanttobeseenratherthanfelt，andIcanonlyguessatthebeautywhichremainshiddenfromme。IcanadmirethesimlelinesofaGreekvase，butitsfigureddecorationsarelosttome。

Soonthis，myseconddayofsight，Ishouldtrytorobeintothesoulofmanthroughthisart。ThethingsIknewthroughtouchIshouldnowsee。Moreslendidstill，thewholemagnificentworldofaintingwouldbeoenedtome，fromtheItalianPrimitives，withtheirserenereligiousdevotion，totheModerns，withtheirfeverishvisions。IshouldlookdeeintothecanvasesofRahael，Leonardo，DaVinci，Titian，Rembrandt。IshouldwanttofeastmyeyesuonthewarmcolorsofVeronese，studythemysteriesofE1Greco，catchanewvisionofNaturefromCorot。Oh，thereissomuchrichmeaningandbeautyintheartoftheagesforyouwhohaveeyestosee!

UonmyshortvisittothistemleofartIshouldnotbeabletoreviewafractionofthatgreatworldofartwhichisoentoyou。Ishouldbeabletogetonlyasuerficialimression。Artiststellmethatfordeeandtrueareciationofartonemusteducatedtheeye。Onemustlearnthroughexeriencetoweighthemeritsofline，ofcomosition，offormandcolor。IfIhadeyes，howhailywouldIembarkuonsofascinatingastudy!YetIamtoldthat，tomanyofyouwhohaveeyestosee，theworldofartisadarknight，unexloredandunilluminated。ItwouldbewithextremereluctancethatIshouldleavetheMetroolitanMuseum，whichcontainsthekeytobeauty—abeautysoneglected。Seeingersons，however，donotneedametroolitantofindthiskeytobeauty。Thesamekeylieswaitinginsmallermuseums，andinbooksontheshelvesofevensmalllibraries。Butnaturally，inmylimitedtimeofimaginarysight，Ishouldchoosethelacewherethekeyunlocksthegreatesttreasuresintheshortesttime。

TheeveningofmyseconddayofsightIshouldsendatatheatreoratthemovies。EvennowIoftenattendtheatricalerformancesofallsorts，buttheactionofthelaymustbeselledintomyhandbyacomanion。ButhowIshouldliketoseewithmyowneyesthefascinatingfigureofHamlet，orthegustyFalstaffamidcolorfulElizabethantraings!HowIshouldliketofolloweachmovementofthegracefulHamlet，eachstrutoftheheartyFalstaff!AndsinceIcouldseeonlyonelay，Ishouldbeconfrontedbyamany-horneddilemma，fortherearescoresoflaysIshouldwanttosee。Youwhohaveeyescanseeanyyoulike。Howmanyofyou，Iwonder，whenyougazeatalay，amovie，oranysectacle，realizeandgivethanksforthemiracleofsightwhichenablesyoutoenjoyitscolor，grace，andmovement?

Icannotenjoythebeautyofrhythmicmovementexcetinashererestrictedtothetouchofmyhands。IcanvisiononlydimlythegraceofaPavlowa，althoughIknowsomethingofthedelightofrhythm，foroftenIcansensethebeatofmusicasitvibratesthroughthefloor。Icanwellimaginethatcadencedmotionmustbeoneofthemostleasingsightsintheworld。Ihavebeenabletogathersomethingofthisbytracingwithmyfingersthelinesinsculturedmarble;ifthisstaticgracecanbesolovely，howmuchmoreacutemustbethethrillofseeinggraceinmotion。

OneofmydearestmemoriesisofthetimewhenJosehJeffersonallowedmetotouchhisfaceandhandsashewentthroughsomeofthegesturesandseechesofhisbelovedRiVanWinkle。Iwasabletocatchthusameagerglimseoftheworldofdrama，andIshallneverforgetthedelightofthatmoment。But，oh，howmuchImustmiss，andhowmuchleasureyouseeingonescanderivefromwatchingandhearingtheinterlayofseechandmovementintheunfoldingofadramaticerformance!IfIcouldseeonlyonelay，IshouldknowhowtoictureinmymindtheactionofahundredlayswhichIhavereadorhadtransferredtomethroughthemediumofthemanualalhabet。

So，throughtheeveningofmysecondimaginarydayofsight，thegreatfiguresofdramaticliteraturewouldcrowdsleefrommyeyes。

TheThirdDay

Thefollowingmorning，Ishouldagaingreetthedawn，anxioustodiscovernewdelights，forIamsurethat，forthosewhohaveeyeswhichreallysee，thedawnofeachdaymustbeaeretuallynewrevelationofbeauty。

This，accordingtothetermsofmyimaginedmiracle，istobemythirdandlastdayofsight。Ishallhavenotimetowasteinregretsorlongings;thereistoomuchtosee。ThefirstdayIdevotedtomyfriends，animateandinanimate。ThesecondrevealedtomethehistoryofmanandNature。TodayIshallsendintheworkadayworldoftheresent，amidthehauntsofmengoingaboutthebusinessoflife。AndwherecanonefindsomanyactivitiesandconditionsofmenasinNewYork?Sothecitybecomesmydestination。

IstartfrommyhomeinthequietlittlesuburbofForestHills，LongIsland。Here，surroundedbygreenlawns，trees，andflowers，areneatlittlehouses，haywiththevoicesandmovementsofwivesandchildren，havensofeacefulrestformenwhotoilinthecity。IdriveacrossthelacystructureofsteelwhichsanstheEastRiver，andIgetanewandstartlingvisionoftheowerandingenuityofthemindofman。Busyboastschugandscurryabouttheriverracyseedboat，stolid，snortingtugs。IfIhadlongdaysofsightahead，Ishouldsendmanyofthemwatchingthedelightfulactivityuontheriver。

Ilookahead，andbeforemerisethefantastictowersofNewYork，acitythatseemstohavesteedfromtheagesofafairystory。Whatanawe，insiringsight，theseglitteringsires。Thesevastbanksofstoneandsteel-structuressuchasthegodsmightbuildforthemselves!Thisanimatedictureisaartofthelivesofmillionsofeoleeveryday。Howmany，Iwonder，giveitsomuchasasecondsglance?Veryfew，Ifear。Theireyesareblindtothismagnificentsightbecauseitissofamiliartothem。

Ihurrytothetoofoneofthosegiganticstructures，theEmireStateBuilding，forthere，ashorttimeago，I

"saw

"thecitybelowthroughtheeyesofmysecretary。Iamanxioustocomaremyfancywithreality。IamsureIshouldnotbedisaointedintheanoramasreadoutbeforeme，fortomeitwouldbeavisionofanotherworld。

NowIbeginmyroundsofthecity。First，Istandatabusycorner，merelylookingateole，tryingbysightofthemtounderstandsomethingoftheirlive。Iseesmiles，andIamhay。Iseeseriousdetermination，andIamroud，Iseesuffering，andIamcomassionate。

IstrolldownFifthAvenue。Ithrowmyeyesoutoffocus，sothatIseenoarticularobjectbutonlyaseethingkaleidoscoeofcolors。IamcertainthatthecolorsofwomensdressesmovinginathrongmustbeagorgeoussectacleofwhichIshouldnevertire。ButerhasifIhadsightIshouldbelikemostotherwomen—toointerestedinstylesandthecutofindividualdressestogivemuchattentiontotheslendorofcolorinthemass。AndIamconvinced，too，thatIshouldbecomeaninveteratewindowshoer，foritmustbeadelighttotheeyetoviewthemyriadarticlesofbeautyondislay。

FromFifthAvenueImakeatourofthecity—toParkAvenue，totheslums，tofactories，toarkswherechildrenlay。Itakeastay-at-hometriabroadbyvisitingtheforeignquarters。AlwaysmyeyesareoenwidetoallthesightsofbothhainessandmiserysothatImayrobedeeandaddtomyunderstandingofhoweoleworkandlive。Myheartisfulloftheimagesofeoleandthings。Myeyeasseslightlyovernosingletrifle;itstrivestotouchandholdcloselyeachthingitsgazerestsuon。Somesightsareleasant，fillingtheheartwithhainess;butsomearemiserablyathetic。TotheselatterIdonotshutmyeyes，forthey，too，areartoflife。Toclosetheeyeonthemistoclosetheheartandmind。

Mythirddayofsightisdrawingtoanend。PerhastherearemanyseriousursuitstowhichIshoulddevotethefewremaininghours，butIamafraidthatontheeveningofthatlastdayIshouldagainrunawaytothetheater，toahilariouslyfunnylay，sothatImightareciatetheovertonesofcomedyinthehumansirit。

Atmidnightmytemoraryresitefromblindnesswouldcease，andermanentnightwouldcloseinonmeagain。NaturallyinthosethreeshortdaysIshouldnothaveseenallIwantedtosee。OnlywhendarknesshadagaindescendeduonmeshouldIrealizehowmuchIhadleftunseen。ButmymindwouldbesocrowdedwithgloriousmemoriesthatIshouldhavelittletimeforregrets。Thereafterthetouchofeveryobjectwouldbringaglowingmemoryofhowthatobjectlooked。

PerhasthisshortoutlineofhowIshouldsendthreedaysofsightdoesnotagreewiththerogramyouwouldsetforyourselfifyouknewthatyouwereabouttobestrickenblind。Iam，however，surethatifyouactuallyfacedthatfateyoureyeswouldoentothingsyouhadneverseenbefore，storingumemoriesforthelongnightahead。Youwoulduseyoureyesasneverbefore。Everythingyousawwouldbecomedeartoyou。Youreyeswouldtouchandembraceeveryobjectthatcamewithinyourrangeofvision。Then，atlast，youwouldreallysee，andanewworldofbeautywouldoenitselfbeforeyou。

Iwhoamblindcangiveonehinttothosewhosee—oneadmonitiontothosewhowouldmakefulluseofthegiftofsight:Useyoureyesasiftomorrowyouwouldbestrickenblind。Andthesamemethodcanbealiedtotheothersenses。Hearthemusicofvoices，thesongofabird，themightystrainsofanorchestra，asifyouwouldbestrickendeaftomorrow。Toucheachobjectyouwanttotouchasiftomorrowyourtactilesensewouldfail。Smelltheerfumeofflowers，tastewithrelisheachmorsel，asiftomorrowyoucouldneversmellandtasteagain。Makethemostofeverysense:gloryinallthefacetsofleasureandbeautywhichtheworldrevealstoyouthroughtheseveralmeansofcontactwhichNaturerovides。Butofallthesenses，Iamsurethatsightmustbethemostdelightful。

我们都读过一些令人兴奋激动的故事，故事中的主人公只能再活一段很有限的时光。有时是一年这么长，有时却只有短短的24小时。但是在探究这个将要离世的人选择怎样度过他最后岁月的问题上，我们都充满兴趣。当然，我说的是有选择权利的自由人，而不是死刑犯。死刑犯的活动范围是受到严格限制的。