One can never consent to creep
when one feels an impulse to soar
- Helen Keller
By the time she was seven, Helen Keller was already in despair.
And it was not bleak because she could not see or hear but because nothing had a name. And, she admits, she was spoiled rotten. Every plea for attention (every tantrum), was rewarded by silencing her with sweets.
|Helen, the graduate, and Annie, circa 1904|