六つになる子供を負ってる。慥に自分の子である。ただ不思議な事には何時の間にか眼が潰れて、青坊主になっている。自分がお前の眼は何時潰れたのかいと聞くと、なに昔からさと答えた。声は子供の声に相違ないが、言葉つきはまるで大人である。しかも対等だ。

I was carrying a six year old child on my back. I am sure that it was my own child. The strange thing is, at some point in its life it had gone blind and had its head shaved. I asked it when it had gone blind, to which it replied a long time ago. Its voice was definitely the voice of a child; however, it spoke like an adult. Moreover, as an equal.