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  1. Title
  2. Copyright
  3. Contents
  4. Foreword
  5. Introduction: Mickey’s Harvest: A Deaf Life in Early Twentieth-Century America
    1. A Brief Biography of Howard L. Terry
    2. “ The Deaf Do Not Beg ”: Imposters, Education, and Employment
    3. “ Deaf Genes, ” Eugenics, and Physical Perfection
    4. “ Dogs of Toil ” and “ Unusual Sights ”: A Heritage of Deep Divisions
    5. “ A New Face on Matters ”: Acculturation of Both Narrator and Hearing Readers
    6. “ Bringing Out the Problems of the Deaf in Highly Dramatic Form ”: No Easy Resolution
    7. “ The Very Thing that Makes Our Lives Worth Living . . . This Sign Language ”
    8. Notes
    9. Bibliography
  6. Mickey’s Harvest
    1. Chapter 1
    2. Chapter 2
    3. Chapter 3
    4. Chapter 4
    5. Chapter 5
    6. Chapter 6
    7. Chapter 7
    8. Chapter 8
    9. Chapter 9
    10. Chapter 10
    11. Chapter 11
    12. Chapter 12
    13. Chapter 13
    14. Chapter 14
    15. Chapter 15
    16. Chapter 16
    17. Chapter 17
    18. Chapter 18
    19. Chapter 19
    20. Chapter 20
    21. Chapter 21
    22. Chapter 22
    23. Chapter 23

When I look back to that period of my childhood which was the transition from the world of sound to a world of silence, I have some recollection of order, but far more of chaos, of a dismembering of what was once whole, of a disintegrating of solidity, of the abstract where before was the concrete. I was like a bit of pollen, that, torn from the mother flower, floats about impotent, yet capable of bringing about a greater creation when it comes in contact with an affinity; I was like an anchor slipping distressingly through an oozy bottom trying vainly to strike into a firmer bed.

—from Mickey’s Diary

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