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And if the blindness becomes a contagious disease?
and propagates a global epidemic within a few days?
And the government put in quarantine all blind?
And then the relatives of the blind? And friends of the blind?

As usual, giving an affirmative answer to a question surreal Jose Saramago builds a history of symbolic, metaphoric, but very realistic. Without the blood of real life but coated skin of a wild imagination. Where entomologist observation of reality and sublime flight of fantasy meet.
Blindness talks about what each of us can become in extreme circumstances. Or rather, what each of us is (also, not only but also): "In reality has yet to be born the first human being does not have a second skin that we call selfishness. "
It speaks of fear of death," What should we die, we know since birth, because, in a sense, it is as if we were born already dead. "
And even more the need to look at, talks about the need to be watched, to have our next witnesses who confirm being in the world, here and now:" We'll see less and less, even if you do not lose sight will become increasingly blind every day because I will not have anyone see me. "
As time passes, according to coordinates that are not ours, but his" E 'which controls the time, time is the companion who is playing in front of us, and holds all the cards of bunch of us we have to invent the trump cards of life, our own. "And if
" virtue is always the hardest rocks in the path of perfection "the narrator of this extraordinary novel, there are very few rocks. The writing flows, clear, tough, and our mind tries to hide somewhere, trying desperately to deny what it is. But his eyes betray us, because "we did eyes turned into a sort of mirror, with the result that, often, they show us without reservation that we were trying to deny with your mouth. "