A hunchbacked dwarf trooping up Geylang last night. Like every other foot-slogger there, whether Chinese, Indian, working girl or labourer, the man paced with settled, perfect composure.
A working girl has prepared herself for the street, the adjustment for all the observation she will attract made in her room prior to coming down. But the five or six hundred dollar a month mainland Chinese or Indian labourer who toils day and night in the heat, how do they manage such ease and lightness? And then the hunchbacks and cripples?
Earlier Em had noticed a chap at one of the eatery
tables with a large dark mole on his cheek from which sprouted 200mm hairs.
That particular kind of sight is not common back home; but surely there are no
fewer hunchbacks, cripples, bent, disabled or deformed. Are there fewer on the
streets in cooler climates? Is it harder to brave our streets for some reason?
Are cripples still targeted and attacked in Western cities? (Here such things
are completely and quite unknown.)
Emily had an interesting thought. Perhaps in the Chinese or Asian guise the crippled, maimed and the deformed are more striking to our Western eyes. Those particular, unfamiliar characteristics in that form recast the entire visual sensibility. A possible reason for our attention being drawn so strongly.
Emily had an interesting thought. Perhaps in the Chinese or Asian guise the crippled, maimed and the deformed are more striking to our Western eyes. Those particular, unfamiliar characteristics in that form recast the entire visual sensibility. A possible reason for our attention being drawn so strongly.
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