Составьте 7 вопросов к тексту. dick found an oculist the best in london. a great fear came upon him, a fear that made him hold his breath as he talked into the oculist's waiting room with the heavy carved furniture. the dark-green wall-paper and pictures on the walls. he recognised a reproduction of one of his own sketches. then his turn came, and the doctor was bending above him seated in an armchair. the blaze of a gas microscope in his eyes made him wince. the doctor's hand touched the of scar the sword-cut on dick's head, and dick explained briefly how he got it. when the blaze was removed dick saw the doctor's face and the fear came upon him again. the doctor wrapped himself in a mist of words. dick caught allusions to "scar" "frontal bone "decay of the optic nerve "extreme cau- tion" and the "avoidance of mental anxiety". verdict? " he said in a low voice. "my business is painting and i are not waste time. as far as i can understand, you call it decay of the optic nerve, or something, and therefore hope- less. what is time-limit, if i avoid all strain and worry? " my perhaps one year. dick went into the street and was joyfully received by binkie. "it's little dog. just as bad as it can be. we'll very bad, go to the park to think it over" they walked to the tree that dick knew well and sat down to think, because his legs were trembling under him sudden how could it have come without warning? it's as as being shot. it's the living death, binkie. rllbe shut up inthe dark in one year and i shan't see anybody and shall never paint again, even if ilive to be a hundred." binkie wagged his all merrily "binkie, we must think. let's see how it feels to be blind floated under the dick shut his eyes, and flaming commas of his eyelids. yet when he looked across the park the scope a sion was not narrowed. he could see perfectly well, until works de across his procession of slow-wheeling.

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