The blind man, feeling anxious, put his hands out in front of his face and waved them as if he were swimming in what he described as a sea of ​​milk.
Cries for help were already coming out of his mouth.
At the last moment, when he was about to give in to despair, the blind man felt another man's hand gently grasp his arm.

--- p.
13

In the ensuing silence, the boy's voice was clearly heard, "I miss my mother."
But there was no emotion in those words.
It was as if some automatic repeating machine had suddenly started repeating the words it had stopped saying at the wrong time.
The doctor said, "I've just heard the orders, and there's no doubt about it. We're being quarantined, more stringently than any plague patient in the past. We won't be able to leave until a cure for this disease is found."

--- p.
69

Time passed, and the blind men fell asleep.
Some people had blankets pulled over their heads.
As if worried that the pitch-black darkness, the true darkness, would completely blind their eyes, which had become a dim sun.
Three lamps hung high up in the ceiling, out of arm's reach, casting a dim, grayish light over the beds.
It was a light that couldn't even cast shadows.
Forty people were sleeping or trying to sleep.
Some people were sighing or muttering while dreaming.
In my dream, I seemed to be able to see ahead.
If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up, it seemed to be saying.
Their wristwatches were all stopped.
It seemed like he either forgot to wind the spring or thought it was a pointless task.

--- pp.
106~107

No one would imagine that these blind people, so many of them, would enter calmly, like lambs being led to the slaughter, wailing and weeping as usual, yes, a little crowded, but because that was the way they had always lived, they would cling to each other, their breaths and smells mingling.
There are people here who can't stop crying, people who scream out of fear or anger, and people who swear.
Some people make ineffective but terrifying threats, like, "If you get caught in my hands, I'll put your eyes out."
Here, you are probably soldiers.

--- pp.
158~159

Tell the blind man, you are free.
We open the door that separates him from the world, and we say to him once again, go, you are free.
But he doesn't go.
He stands still in the middle of the road.
He and the others are terrified.
I don't know where to go.
They lived in a place defined as a mental hospital.
In fact, there is no difference between living in that rational maze and moving into the maddening maze that is the city.

--- p.
307