"(Black Liz, a huge rooster hatching in a chalked circle, rises, stretches her wings and clucks.)
Gara. Klook. Klook. Klook. (She sidles from her newlaid egg and waddles off.)
(points to his hand) That weal there is an accident. Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago. I was sixteen.
I see, says the blind man. Tell us news."