I am reading this book. On music and blindness (partly my “reverse” translation)

(…) One of the most beautiful is Jacques Lusseyran autobiography, a French writer and WWII resistance-hero who was very musically gifted and played Cello as a boy, even before at age 7 he became blind. In his memoires “Et la lumière fut” (And then there was light), he stresses how important music is for him, even more after he lost his vision:

The first concert hall I ever entered, when I was eight years old, meant more to me in itself alone in the space of a minute than all the fabled kingdoms. (…) Going into the hall was the first step in a love story. The tuning of the instruments was my engagement. (…) I wept with gratitude every time the orchestra began to sing. A world of sounds for a blind man, what sudden grace! (…) For a blind person music is nourishment. (…) He needs to receive it, to have it administered at intervals like food. (…) Music is made for blind people.

Oh my!