When I was 18, I fell in with a group of young people. Like me, they were deaf. All of us spoke; at that time none of us used sign language. Among these people I quickly found a significant point of difference between people who were deaf and people who were not. It was laughter. […]
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In the Regency days of the 19th century, on the lawns at the Longbourne estate in England, 5-year-old Lizzie Bennet was prancing about when she … Read On...