And astonishment
is thinking. The middle-aged
dwarf at DMV pushed
a walker, two cut
tennis balls at the base of its back legs. Reaching
for his wallet, he leaned his
forehead against
the counter. A little boy moved to stand beside him, holding onto the
walker, gazing up. He
seemed not to notice. Grandfather
pulled the boy
away, toward
the other cashier's counter space.
As the dwarf
walked away, I saw his right leg swing inward,
hitting his
left with every step.
At the door he held the walker with one hand and
pushed the
door open with
the other.
Zwicky,
Wisdom & Metaphor,
1 (Ludwig Wittgenstein)
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