Blindness

by José Saramago

When all is said and done, there is not all that much difference between helping a blind man only to rob him afterwards and looking after some tottering and stammering old person with one eye on the inheritance.

If we cannot live entirely like human beings, at least let us do everything in our power not to live entirely like animals,

blindness is also this, to live in a world where all hope is gone.

We are already half dead, said the doctor, We are still half alive too, answered his wife.