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[0332] Method or no method I shall have to banish them in any the end,
case, the things, shapes, sounds and lights with which my haste
to speak has encumbered this pla[p. 11r] to speak has encumbered this place. [0333] In the frenzy of utterance
the concern with truth. [0334] Hence the interest of a possible riddance deliverance
by means of encounter. [0335] But not so fast. [0336] First dirty, then
make clean
up.
[0337] Perhaps it is time I paid a little attention to myself, for
a change. [0338] I shall be driven reduced to it sooner or later. [0339] At first sight
it seems impossible. [0340] Me, utter me, in the same foul breath as my
creatures? [0341] Say iof me that I see this, feel that, fear, hope, know
and do not know? [0342] Yes, I will say it, and of me alone. [0343] Impassive,
still and mute, propping up his jaw, Malone revolves, a stfranger
for ever to my infirmities, [0344] one who is not as I can never not be. [0345] I am motionless in vain, he is the god. [0346] And the other. [0347] I have
assigned him eyes that implore me, offerings for me, need of
help succour. [0348] [x]He does not look at me, does not know of me, wants for
nothing. [0349] I alone am man and all the rest divine.
[0350] Air, the air, is there anything to be squeezed from that
old chestnut? [0351] VClose to me it is grey, faintly dimly transparent, and
beyond that charmed circle deepens and spreads its fine impenetrable
veils. [0352] Is it I who cast the dim faint light that enables me to see
what goes on under my nose? [0353] There is nothing to be gained, for the
moment, by siupposing so. [0354] There is no night so deep, so I have heard
tell, that it may not be pierced in the end, a little way, with the
help of no other light than that of the blackneed sky, or of the
earth itself. [0355] Nothing nocturnal here. [0356] This grey, first murky, then
frankly opaque, is luminous none the less. [0357] But may not this screen
which my eyes probe in vain, and see as denser air, in reality
[p. 12r] be the
ienclosure wall, as compact solid as plumbago lead? [0358] In order tTo
throw light on elucidate thsis question matter I should need a stick or pole,
and the means of plying it, the former being of little use
without the latter, and vice versa. [0359] I could also do, incidentally, with future and conditional participles. [0360] Then I would
dart flourish dart it, like a javelin, straight before me and know, according by
to the sound made, whether that which hems me round, and prevents
my seeing, obstructs my vision, is the old void, or a plenum. [0361] Or else, without letting
it go, I would wield it like a sword and thrust it through the
[⁁] empty air, or against the wall. [0362] But the days of sticks are over, here
I can rely on my body alone, my body incapable of the least smallest
movement and the whose very eyes of which can no longer close as they
once did could, according to Basil and his consorts[⁁] gang crew, to rest me from
seeing, and not sleeping to rest me from waking, or simply to help me to sleep, nor[⁁] and [xxx] cannot look
away, nor be lowered or raised open to heavenn heaven, and cannot look down or look up open or down, or up open to heaven but must
remain centred [stay] for ever fixed and staring wide on the narrow space before them
where there is nothing to be seen, ninety-nine percent 99% of the
time. [0363] They must be as red as live coals. [0364] I sometimes wonder if
the two retinae are not facing each other. [0365] And come to think of
it this grey is shot with rose, like the plumage of certain birds,
among which the cocatoo I believe.
[0366] Whether all grows black, or all grows bright, or all remains
grey, it is grey we need, to begin with, being because of what it is, and
able to do what it is able to do of what it can do, made of bright and black, able
to shed the former, or the latter, and be the latter or the former[p. 13r] alone. [0367] But perhaps I am
the a prey, on the subject of grey, in
the grey, to delusions.
[0368] How, in such conditions, can I write, to consider only
the mechanical manual aspect of that bitter folly? [0369] I don't know. [0370] I could know. [0371] But I will not know. [0372] Not this time. [0373] It is I
who write, who cannot raise my hand from my knee. [0374] It sis I
who think, just enough to write, whose head is far. [0375] I am
Matthew and I am the angel, I who came before the cross,
before the sinning, came into the world, came here.
[0376] I add this, for safety's sake to be on the safe side. [0377] These things I utter say, and
shall utter say, if I can, are no longer, or are not yet, or
never were, or never will be, or if they were, if they are, if th
they will be, were not here, are not here, will not be here, but
elsewhere. [0378] But I am here. [0379] So I am obliged to add this. [0380] I who am
here, who cannot speak, cannot think, and who must speak, and the
therefore perhaps think a little, cannot in relation only to me
who am here, to here where I am, but can a little, enough sufficiently, I
don't know how, unimportant, in relation to me who was elsewhere,
who shall be elsewhere, and to those places where I was, where
I shall be. [0381] But I have never been elsewhere, however uncertain
the future. [0382] And the simplest is to say that wahat I say, what
I shall say, if I can, relates to the place where I am, to me
who am there, in spite of my inability to think of these, or to
speak of them, because of the compulsion I am under to speak
of them, and therefore perhaps to think of them a little. [0383] Another thing.
What I say, what I may say, on this subject, the subject of[p. 14r] me and of my abode, has already been said, since, having
been here
always; always, I am still here. [0384] At last a piece
of reasoning that pleases me, and worthy of my situation. [0385] So I
have nothing to worry about no cause for anxiety. [0386] And yet I worry am anxious. [0387] So I am not
heading for disaster, I am not heading anywhere, my adventures are over, my sayings said sayings say said, I call that my adventures. [0389] And I greatly fear, since my speech can only be of me and
here, that I am once more engaged in putting an end to them. [0390]
Which would not matter, on the contrary, far from it, but for the compulsion,
once rid of them, to begin again, to start again from nowhere,
from no one and from nothing and win to me again, to me here
again, by fresh ways to be sure, or by the ancient ways, unrecognizable at each fresh faring. [0391] Whence a certain confusion
in the exordia, long enough to situate the condemned and prepare him for execution. [0392] Yet I do not despair have not given up hope [Stet] of one day sparing
me, without going silent. [0393] And that da
uy, I don't know why, I shall
be able to go silent, and make an end, I know it. [0394] Yes, the hope
is there, once again, of not making me, not losing me, of staying
here, where I said I have always been, but I had to say something
quick, of ending it here, it would be wonderful. [0395] But is it to be
wished? [0396] Yes, it is to be wished, to end is to be wished, to end w
would be wonderful, whoever no matter who I am, wherever no matter where I am.
[0397] I hope this preamble will soon end and the statement begin
that will decide my fate dispose of me. [0398] Unfortunately I am afar afraid, as
always, to go any further on. [0399] For to go any further on means going
from here, means finding me, losing me, vanishing and beginning[p. 15r] again, a stranger first, then little by little the same as
always, in another place, where I shall say I have always
been, of which I shall know nothing, being incapable of seeing,
moving, thinking, spe
kaking, but of which little by little, in
spite of these handicaps, I shall begin to know soemething, just enough for
it to turn out to be the same as always, the same which seems
made for me and does not want me, which I seem to want and do
not want, as preferred take your choice, which spews me out or swallows me up,
I don't I'll never know, which is perhaps merely the inside of my fdistant
skull, where once I wandered, now am fixed, lost for tininess,
or straining against the walls, with my head, my hands, my feet,
my back, and always ever murmuring my old stories, my old story, as
if it were the first time. . [0400] So there is nothing to fear be
afraid of. [0401] And yet I am afraid, afraid of what my words will do
to me, to my hiding-place, yet again. [0402] Is there really nothing new
to try? [0403] I mentioned my hope, but it is not serious. [0404] And iIf I
could speak and yet say nothing, really nothing? [0405] Then I might
escapedbeing nibbled kgnawed to death as by an old satisated rat, and
my little tester-bed along with me, a cradle, or I would not
be nibbled gnawed to death not so fast, in my old cradle, and the lacerated torn
flesh would have time to knit again, as in the Caucasus, before
being torn again. [0406] But it seems impossible to talk speak and yet say
nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always forget overlook
something, a little yes, a little no, enough to exterminate a
regiment of dragoons. [0407] And yet I do not despair, this time, while
saying who I am, where I am, of not losing lme, not going from
here, of ending here. [0408] What prevents the miracle is the spirit of[p. 16r] method to which I have benn
perhaps a little too
given addicted.
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