Rabbit At Rest

Rabbit at RestHarry Angstrom tries to imagine the world seen through his granddaughter's clear green eyes, every little thing vivid and sharp and radiantly new, packed full of itself like a satin valentine. His own vision feels fogged no matter which glasses he puts on, for reading or far vision. He wears the latter only for movies and night driving, and refuses to get bifocals; glasses worn for more than an hour at a time hurt his ears. And the lenses are always dusty and the things he looks at...