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[0469]
not an instant.[0470] No more pauses either.[0471] Can I
then keep nothing of what has borne my poor
thoughts, bent beneath
my words, while I hid?[0472] I'll dry these
streaming sockets too, bung them up, there, it's
done, no more tears, I'm a big talking ball,
talking about things that do not exist, or
that exist perhaps, impossible to know, beside
the point.[0473] yes, quick let me change my tune.
[0477] No, no, that's the old nonsense, I always knew
I was round, solid and round, without daring
to say so, no asperities, no apertures, invisible
perhaps, or as vast as Sirius in the Great Dog,
these expressions mean nothing.
[0478] All that matters
is that I am [ADDITION]Addition on page
17vround & hard , there must
be reasons for that, for my being
round and hard, rather than of some
irregular shape and liable to the dents and
bulges caused by shock, but I have done with
reasons.
[0479] All the rest I renounce, including this
ridiculous black which I thought for a moment
worthier than grey to enfold me.[0480] What nonsense
all this stuff about light and dark![0481] And how I have
wallowed in it![0482] But do I roll, in the manner of a
true ball? Or am I in equilibrium somewhere,
on one of my numberless poles?
[0486] No, between me and the right
to silence, to rest before I end, stretches the
same old lesson, the one I knew by heart and
would not say, I don't know why, perhaps for
fear of silence, or thinking any old thing would
do, and so for preference lies, in order to remain
hidden.[0487] No importance.[0488] But now I'll say
my lesson, if I can remember it.
[0489] Under the
skies, on the roads, in the towns, in the woods,
in the hills, in the plains, by the shores, on the
sea, [ADDITION]Addition on page
17vbehind my mannikins, I was not always sad, wasting my time,
abjuring my rights, suffering for nothing, forgetting
my lesson.
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