After repeated emails from the optician, I went for a periodic eye examination. With slight reluctance, because isn’t that a bit superfluous? I take a seat behind the eye meter and the optician begins: “Read it out.” I confidently say, “Fourteen, six, eleven.” The optician looks at me in bewilderment: “Madam, these are letters…”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of November 22, 2022