Books In English "City Of Illusions" Ursula K. Le Guin | Page 5

its jewel-strung, crossing wires.
"All your beads end up in Vastness," her brother said. "An effect of
your suppressed mysticism. You'll end up like our mother, see if you don't,
able to see the patterns on an empty frame."
"Suppressed fiddlediddle," Buckeye remarked. "I never suppressed
anything in my life."
"Kretyan," said Zove, "the man's eyelids move. He may be in a
dreaming cycle."
The blind girl moved closer to the pallet. She reached out her hand,
and Zove guided it gently to the stranger's forehead. They were all silent
again. All listened. But only Kretyan could hear.
She lifted her bowed, blind head at last.
"Nothing," she said, her voice a little strained.
"Nothing?"
"A jumble—a void. He has no mind."
"Kretyan, let me tell you how he looks. His feet have walked, his
hands have worked. Sleep and the drug relax his face, but only a thinking
mind could use and wear a face into these lines."
"How did he look v