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[2180.3] them, they'll have to come and get me, if they want me,
^{Mahood won't get} me out, nor Worm either, they set
great hopes on Worm, to ^coax me out, he was ^{something new,} different from all
the others, meant to be, perhaps he was, for me ^{they're all the} same,
they don't understand, I can't stir, I'm all right here, I'd be
all right, if they'd leave me, let them come and get me, if they
want me, they'll find nothing, then they can depart, with an
esay mind.

[2181] And if there is only one, like me, he can depart with-
out fear of remorse, having done all he could, and even more, to
achie^ve the impossible and so los^t his life, or stay with me
here, ^{he might do that,} and be a like for me,
that would be ^delightful, my first like, that would be epoch-
making, to know I had a like, a congener, he wouldn't have to

[2181] be like me, he couldn't but ^be like me, he need only relax,
he might believe what he pleased, at the outset, that he ^{was
in hell}, or that the place was charming, he might even
exclaim, I'll never stir again, being used to
announcing his decisions, at the top of his voice, and ^thus get

[2181] to know them better, he might even add, to cover all ^risks
, For the moment, it would be his last bit of balderdash ^inanity,
he need only relax, he'd disappear, ^he'd know nothing either,
there ^we'd be the two of us, unbeknown to ourselves, unbe-
known to each other, that's a darling dream I've been having,
a ^{broth of a} dream.

[2182] And it's not over. [Stet]

[2183] For here comes another,
to see what has happened to hⁱs pal, and get him out, and back to
his right mind, and back to his kin, with a flow of threats and
promises, and tales like this of wombs and cribs, diapers bepissed
and the first long trousers, love's young dream and life's ^old
lech, blood and tears and skin and bones and the tossing in the

[2183] grave, and so coax him out, as he me, that's right, pidgin
bullskrit, and in the end, having lived his life, no, before, but
you've got my meaning, and there we are the ^three of us, it's
more cosy, perpetual dream, you only have to sleep, not even
that, it's like the ^{[⁁] old jingle}, A dog ^{[⁁] crawled into} the kitchen, And stole
a crust of bread, Then cook up with I forget what, And walloped