"A visionary is a person capable of seeing with closedeyes."
My eyes were closed; Sam was trimming my eyebrows. I was thinking of VirginGorda, trying to remember what she had said. It had been something likethat. And something else-what was it?
"Easy, Professor," Sam said, bringing me out of my reverie. "I'llbe done in a minute. Let me brush you off. White hair is so easily seenon a blue suit."
White hair, I thought. Since meeting her, I'd started to see myself as silverhaired. Fine pale hairs floated around me, settling gently on the floor."It's my biography," I wanted to say, but didn't. Looking down,all I saw was biographies. An unread library was lying on the floor: volumesof Who's Who, medical histories, hidden sins.
It's gotten almost so I can't bear to see the stuff swept away. Who wouldhave thought two years ago that we would now be negotiating for one strand-aportion of a strand-of those precious two locks from Abraham Lincoln,consisting of 183 strands, none of them longer than five centimeters? Howlong could the curator begrudge us a few millimeters of hair when it couldprovide the answer to a question that has intrigued historians for decades:Did Lincoln suffer from Marfan's Syndrome? Would he have died anyway inthe 1860s, even if Booth hadn't assassinated him?
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