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I don’t know how to tell you. Not a soul...

The Miracle Worker

Annie Sullivan

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I don’t know how to tell you. Not a soul in the world knows how to tell you. Helen. Helen� Yes, what’s it to me? They’re satisfied. Give them their child and dog back, housebroken, everyone’s satisfied. But me, and you. Reach. Reach! I wanted to teach you- oh, everything the earth is full of, Helen. Everything on it that’s ours for a wink and it’s gone, and what we are on it, the - light we bring to it and leave behind in words. Why, you can see five thousand years back in a light of words. Everything we feel, think, know and share, in words, so not a soul is in darkness or done with, even in the grave. And I know, I know, one word and I can put the world in your hands. And whatever it is to me, I won’t take less!

Gibson, William. The Miracle Worker. Scribner, New York, NY. 2008. pp. 94.95.

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