Land hinna blindu - búum við þar?

Fyrir meira en hundrað árum skrifaði H.G.Wells skáldsöguna  "The Country of the Blind".  Hvað vakti fyrir höfundinum má eflaust deila um, en ekki er verri söguskýring en hver önnur að hann hafi viljað vara menn við að sýna hroka þar sem auðmýkt hefði  átt betur við:

Every now and then Nunez laughed, sometimes with amusement and sometimes with indignation. "Unformed mind!" he said. "Got no senses yet!" They little know they´ve been insulting their heaven-sent king and master.  I see I must bring them to reason.  Let me think -let me think".    
He was still thinking when the sun set.

He heard a voice calling to him from out of the village.
He stepped back into the pathway. "Here I am," he said.
"Why did you not come when I called you?" said the blind man.  "Must you be led like a child?  Cannot you hear the path, as you walk?"
Nunez laughed.  "I can see it", he said.
"There is no such word as see" said the blind man, after a pause.  ""Cease this folly, and follow the sound of my feet."
Nunez followed, a little annoyed.    "My time will come", he said.

Four days passed, and the fifth found the King of the Blind still incognito, as a clumsy and useless stranger among his subjects.