A blind man comes to the door, let us say.

In the black room the blind men began their work.

A blind man could see what they were after, with a little thought.

A blind man can see how much you love the boy- But we need to know where he'll be.

If it was the blind man, he did not stay.

I had to ask myself how a blind man could do that.

He felt like a blind man who could suddenly see.

She had a face that would have set a blind man on fire.

Like a blind man feeling his way, he walked toward her.

But light to a blind man can, at best, only mean heat.

He put his hands before him like a blind man, and walked.

It was one thing to do this for a blind man, though.

You remember what the blind man said, about the gold.

There are six blind men going forward one after the other.

The blind man was holding both hands out in front of him.

A blind man could see how much she loved the boy.

A blind man could see that the children think the earth of you.

I asked this of a blind man once as we walked across a street.

He saw the blind man and a look of fear passed across his face.

The fact that the blind man ran away may mean nothing.

A blind man could see she was still crazy about him.

For the first time, he looked: like a blind man.

What did the blind man say as he walked past the fish market?

Would a blind man be able to handle the job?

"How can a blind man be told the color of the sky?"