MY HERO!!
This is an excerpt from "Biography of the Blind" (1838). Presumably mythological, but hopefully based on fact:
Perhaps one of the greatest curiosities in the city of Augsburgh, is a bookseller, of the name of Wimprecht, who had the misfortune to be born blind, but whose enterprising spirit has enabled him to struggle successfully against the melancholy privation he is doomed to sustain, and to procure, by his industry and intelligence, a respectable and comfortable support for a large family, dependent upon him. His stock consists of more than 8,000 volumes, which are subject to frequent change and renewal. When he receives new books, the particulars of each are read to him by his wife, and his descrimination enables him to fix its value; he recognises it by his touch, at any future period, however distant, and his memory never fails him, in regard to its arrangement in his shop.
Perhaps one of the greatest curiosities in the city of Augsburgh, is a bookseller, of the name of Wimprecht, who had the misfortune to be born blind, but whose enterprising spirit has enabled him to struggle successfully against the melancholy privation he is doomed to sustain, and to procure, by his industry and intelligence, a respectable and comfortable support for a large family, dependent upon him. His stock consists of more than 8,000 volumes, which are subject to frequent change and renewal. When he receives new books, the particulars of each are read to him by his wife, and his descrimination enables him to fix its value; he recognises it by his touch, at any future period, however distant, and his memory never fails him, in regard to its arrangement in his shop.
posted by Scott Givens at 9:53 AM
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I know the blind can relate to thaAonghus Argyle Aberdeen Malcolm McGregor (that was just one guy) owned the pub. He had obtained the down payment by winning a contest that was being promoted by the O’Doul Brewing Company for the best limerick. He proudly had it hanging on the wall; the little ditty went like this:
On the breasts of a barmaid from Yale
Were tattooed all the prices of ale
And for the sake of the blind
Upon her behind
You could find all the same but in Braille....THE DEVIL'S AUDITORt
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