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DOODLE 8
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[1161] [p. 05r] this place again, where my jar stands on its
pedestal, with its garland of many-coloured
lanterns, and me inside it, I lost my xxx hold
I couldn't cling to it. [1162] Me perhaps they will They will perhaps have me struck
to vary they will strike with lightning or
lightning, or poleaxed, on a bank-holiday evening,
then bundled xx in a shroud and whisked away,
out of sight and mind. [1162] They will perhaps have
me struck with lightning, for a change, or
poleaxed, one merry bank-holiday evening,
then bundled in a shroud and whisked away,
out of sight and mind. [1163] Or they will have me
removed alive, cleared away, for a change,
and deposited elsewhere, at all hazards. [1164]
And on my next appearance, if ever I appear again,
all will be new, all will seem strange to me. [1165]
But little by little I'll get used to it, with their
help, used to the place, used to me, and little
by little the old problem will raise its horrid head,
how to live, with their kind of life, for a single second, young or old,
without help or guidance. [1166] And this being thus
reminded of other attempts, under other x conditions, I shall start asking myself questions,
helped by them, prompted by them, like those
I have just been asking, about me, about
them concerning me, and them, and these
sudden changes of time and age, and how
to succeed at last xxx where I had always failed,
so that they may be pleased, and perhaps leave
me in peace at last, and free to pursue my own
devices, that is namely to try and please the
other to do what I want, th namely try
and please the other, if that is what I want,
so that he may be pleased, and leave me at
peace, and give me quittance, and the right
to rest, and the ri to silence, if that is in
his gift. [1167] It's a lot to expect from one
creature, it's a lot to demand of him,
that he should first behave as if he did not was not
exist, then as if he did was, before being
admitted to that peace where he neither is, nor
is not, and where the language dies that reduces
one to such expressions. [1168] Two lies falsehoods,
two apparels, to suffer to the end, before I
can be let loose, alone, in the unthinkable
unspeakable, where I have not ceased to
be, where they will not let me be. [1169] It will
perhaps be less restful than I seem to think,
alone there at last, and never importuned. [1170]
No matter, rest is one of their words, think
is another. [1171] But here at least, it seems
to me, is food for delirium. [1172] It would
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