"How can it be?" she wondered. "I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns [...] But not to see them at all, to look at them and see something else — what do they look to one another, then? What do trees look like to them, or houses, or real horses, or their own children?"


The Last Unicorn (ed. Roc, 1968) - ISBN: 9780451450524


How can it be? she wondered. I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns [...] But not to see them at all, to look at them...

How can it be? she wondered. I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns [...] But not to see them at all, to look at them...

How can it be? she wondered. I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns [...] But not to see them at all, to look at them...

How can it be? she wondered. I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns [...] But not to see them at all, to look at them...