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[1875] [p. 31r] reach, even with the longest pole. away, too far
to be reached even with the longest pole. [1876] That tiny
blur, alone in the middle of the pit, is he. [1877]
There he is now in a pit. [1878] Everything will have been
tried. [1879] They say they see him, the blur is what
they see, they say it is he. [1880] Perhaps it is. [1881] They
say he hears them, they don't know, perhaps
he does, yes, he hears, nothing else is certain, Worm
hears, though hear is not the word, but it will
do, it will have to do. [1882] They look down upon him
then, that's the according to the latest news, he'll
have to climb to reach them. [1883] Bah, the latest news
is not the last. [1884] The slopes are gentle that meet where
he lies, they flatten out under him, it is not a
meeting, it is not a pit, that didn't take long,
soon we'll have perched on an eminence. [1885] They don't
know what to say, to be able to believe in him, what
to invent, to be reassured, they see nothing, they
see grey, like still smoke, unbroken, where he might
be, if he must be somewhere, where they have sworn he
is, toward which they launch their voices, one after
the other, in the hope of dislodging him, hearing him
stir, seeing him loom within reach of their gaffs, their
hooks, their barbs, their grapnels, saved at last,
home at surrendered at last home at last. [1886] And that's now
that's enough about them, their usefulness is over,
no, not yet, better keep them, they may still serve,
let them stay where they are, turning about him, launching
their cries, through the hole, there must be a hole for
the cries too. [1887] But is it them he hears? [1888] Are they really
necessary that so that he may hear, they and similar
puppets? [1889] Enough concessions, to the spirit of geometry. [1890]
He hears, that's all about it, he who is alone, and
dumb, hidden in lost in the smoke, it isn't real
smoke, there is no fire, no matter, strange hell ,
no that has no heating, no inhabitants, perhaps it's
paradise, perhaps it's the light of paradise, and
the solitude, and this voice the voice of the blest
interceding, invisible, for the living, and for the dead,
all is possible. [1891] It isn't the earth, that's all that
counts, it can't be the earth, it can't be a hole in
the earth, inhabited by Worm alone, or by others
too if you like, lying in a heap like him, dumb,
immovable, nor this voice the voice of those who mourn
them, envy them, call them and forget them, that
would explain its incoherence, all is possible. [1892]
Yes, so much the worse, he knows it is a voice, God
knows how how is not known, nothing is known,
he understands nothing it says, he understands he
understands nothing it says, just a little, almost
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