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[2327] there must be murmurs, and listening,
someone listening, no need of an ear,
no need of a mouth, the voice listens, as
when it speaks, listens to its silence,
that makes a murmur, that makes a voice,
a small voice, the same voice only small,
it sticks in the throat, there's the throat again,
there's the mouth again, it fills the ear,

[2327] then I vomit, someone vomits, someone
begins to vomit again, that must be how
it happens, I have no explanations to
offer, [xx ]to nor to demand, the comma
will come where I'll drown for good and all,
then the silence, I believe in it this evening,
still this evening, how it lasts, that's all
right with me, perhaps it's springtime,

[2327] violets, no, that's autumn, there's a
time for everything, for the things that pass,
the things that end, they couldn't explain
it to me ^{[ADDITION]Addition on page 46vthey could never [get] make me
understand that, [⁁]} , the things that stir, depart,
return, a light changing, they could

[2327] never get me to see that, and death into
the bargain, a voice dying, that's a good
one, silence at last, not a murmur,
[xx] no air, no one listening, not for the
likes of me, [xxx] amen, on we go.

[2328.1] Enormous prison, like a hundred
thousand cathedrals, never anything
else any more, from this time forth,
and in it, somewhere, perhaps, riveted,
minute, the prison^er, how can he be found,
how false this space is, what [false] falseness
instantly, to want to [xxx] ^draw that round you,
pu introduce a being put a being there,

[2328.1] a cell would be enough, if I gave up,
if I could give up, before I began,
beginning, before beginning again,
what breathlessness, that's right,
ejaculations, that helps you go, that
puts off the fatal day, no, it's the other
way round, I don't know, [xxx] ^start again,
in this immensity, in this obscurity,

[2328.1] [go t] [xxx] ^[xxx] the ^{[ADDITION]Addition on page 46vgo through the} motions of starting
again, you who cannot stir, you who
never started, you the who, go through
the movements, what movements,
you can't stir, you launch your voice,
it [loses] itself it dies away in the vault
it calls that a vault, perhaps it's the
firmament, perhaps it's the abyss, those

[2328.1] are words, it speaks of a prison, that's
all right with me, vast enough for a
[whole] whole people, [or for] for me alone,