It was from the blind man.
Here it goes:
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To my dear colleague with weak legs,
I am sick of holding you on my back and being told to go here and there all the time. You know, I am not blind - just badly short-sighted. Since I am the one who move around by feet, I should take part in the decision on where to go, or whether we should go or not.
Sincerely, et cetera.
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"What do you make out of that ?" I asked after reading that piece of paper.
"Nothing. Just that I shall soon meet the fate of that third man on the fire scene, who had good vision and no weak leg."
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