One of the greatest tragedies of my life is the death of Lucien de Rubemp? It haunts me in my moments of pleasure. I remember it when I laugh.
I lay in bed the night before the fishing trip and thought it over, about my being deaf, about the years of not letting on I heard what was said, and I wonder if I can ever act any other way again. But I remembered one thing: it wasn't me that started acting deaf; it was people that first started acting like I was too dumb to hear or see or say anything at all.