I carefully read each letter myself. Some of them are serious in tone, discussing the meaning of life, invoking the supremacy of the soul, the mystery of every existence. And by a curious reversal, the people who focus most closely on these fundamental questions tend to be people I had known only superficially. Their small talk had masked hidden depths. Had I been blind and deaf, or does it take the harsh light of disaster to show a person's true nature?” (Bauby, 1997, p32). I think the passage is ironic in that this book is written in the light of disaster and is a testament to the true nature of the author. Persevering through a total loss of physical function could have understandably caused the shutting down of the author's mind. The disability did quite the opposite and it is obvious through the humor and elaborate descriptions of every-day happenings that the author continued to have a rich inner life despite being bed-ridden and wheel-chair
I carefully read each letter myself. Some of them are serious in tone, discussing the meaning of life, invoking the supremacy of the soul, the mystery of every existence. And by a curious reversal, the people who focus most closely on these fundamental questions tend to be people I had known only superficially. Their small talk had masked hidden depths. Had I been blind and deaf, or does it take the harsh light of disaster to show a person's true nature?” (Bauby, 1997, p32). I think the passage is ironic in that this book is written in the light of disaster and is a testament to the true nature of the author. Persevering through a total loss of physical function could have understandably caused the shutting down of the author's mind. The disability did quite the opposite and it is obvious through the humor and elaborate descriptions of every-day happenings that the author continued to have a rich inner life despite being bed-ridden and wheel-chair