. . . in the words of Tom Wingfield, the narrator in The Glass Menagerie (1945): . . . that quaint period, the thirties, when the huge middle class of America was matriculating in a school for the blind. Their eyes had failed them, or they had failed their eyes, and so they were having their fingers pressed forcibly down on the fiery Braille alphabet of a dissolving economy.
(McElvaine)
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