The pen moved clumsily in Eldon Carmichael's right hand. He had been left-handed, and the note itself was not easy to write. Dear Margaret , he scratched. I understand ... When after a while the proper words still would not come he crossed the shadowed laboratory and took another long swig from the flat bottle in his topcoat pocket. He understood—he remembered his first one-eyed look in a mirror after the bandages were removed—but still he felt resentful and deeply sorry for himself. He went bac