“I have never seen anything like it: two little discs of glass suspended in front of his eyes in loops of wire. Is he blind?”
“If Michelangelo had seen this in daylight with the sun streaming down from the glass dome, he'd have fallen on his knees and painted 'till he was blind.”
“And that was all of it. The machine stretched out in an endless, dizzying series of loops and whirls and weird mechanisms, sprouting wires like treeroots. It didn't look real to her. Neither did Myrnin, as he turned to her with a barely concealed red glow in his eyes.”
“And I have two eyes. I’ve seen that little melodrama play out between you and that other tracker. Fish? Flounder? What’s his name?”
“He closed his third eye and opened the other two, the old two, the blind two.”
“I can't see anything" he said in a muffled voice, hand over his eyes. "I'm blind.”