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Version 01: MS-HRC-SB-5-9-3	The place, I'll make it	nevertheless	, I'll make		in my head, I'll draw it out of my memory, I'll	draw	it	towar to	me, I'll	a	make myself a head, I'll make myself a memory, I have only to listen, the voice will tell me everything,	tell me	it will	tell it to me again,	all	I need, in	fits and starts			, breathless, it's like a confession, a last confession, you think it's finished, then it starts off again, there were so many	fau sins fau	sins,	the	memory is so bad, the words don't come, the words fail, the breath fails, no, it's something else, it's an indictment,	a morib a dying	voice accusing, accusing me, you must accuse	someone, you must find	someone, a culprit is indispensable, it speaks of my	misdeeds		, it speaks of my head, it says	it is	mine, it says	I repent,	that I repent, that I	wish	want to be punished, better than I am	being	, that I want to go, give myself up, a victim is	indispensable	, I have only to listen, it will show me my hiding-place,	it will show it to me,	what it's like, where the door is, if	there is	a door, and	where I am	whereabouts I am in it, and what	it's like outside			, what kind of country, whether it's sea, or whether it's mountain, and the	path to	follow	, so that I	can	go,		escape, give myself up, come to the place where the axe falls		without further ceremony, on all	those	who come from here, I'm not the first, I won't be the first, it will	work its will on	me in the end, it has	worked its will on others	,	she	will tell me what	I have	to do		in order to rise,	to	move,	to xx	act like a body endowed with despair, that's how I reason,		how I hear myself reasoning,	that's	all lies, it's not me	they're	calling,	it's	not me	they're	talking about, it's not yet my turn, it's someone else's turn, that's why I can't stir, that's why I don't feel a body on me, I'm not suffering		enough yet, it's not yet my turn, not		enough to be	able	to stir, to have		a body,	with a head, to understand with	complete with head, to be able to understand, to have eyes to light	my w	the way, I merely hear, without understanding, without being able to	take advantage of	wha benefit		by what I hear		to take advantage of what I		hear		to		go	,	and be done with hearing, I don't hear	all	everything, that must be it, the	important	things escape me, it's not my turn, the	the	topographical and anatomical	indications	in particular	do	not reach			me, no, I hear	everything, I must have heard	everything, what difference does it make,	as long as		it's not my turn, my turn to understand, my turn to live, my	life sentence	, it calls	that	life	, the space of the way from here to the door, it's all there, in what I hear,		somewhere, if all has been said, all this		time, all must have been said, but it's not my turn to know what, to know	x who	I am, where I am, and what I should do	xxx stop being	to stop being it, to stop being there, that's	reasonable enough	, so as to be another, no, the same, I don't know, depart into life, travel the road, find the door, find the axe, perhaps it's a cord, for the neck, for the throat, for the cords, or	fingers	, I'll have eyes, I'll see fingers,	it'	it will be the silence, perhaps it's a drop, find the door, open the door, drop, into the silence, it	won't	be		I, I'll stay here, or there, more likely there, it will		never be I				,	x that's	all been done already, said and said	x	again, the departure, the body that rises, the way,	in	in colour, the arrival, the door that opens, closes again, it was never I, I've never stirred, I've listened, I must have spoken, why deny it, why not admit it, after all	,	I deny nothing, I admit nothing, I say what I hear, I hear what I say, I don't know, one or the other, or both, that makes three possibilities,	take y	pick your fancy, all these stories about travellers, these stories about paralytics, all are mine, I must be extremely old, or it's memory playing tricks, if only I knew if	I l	I've lived, if I live, if I'll live, that would simplify everything, impossible to	know	, that's where you're buggered, I haven't	stirred	, that's all I know, no, I know	something	else,	it isn't	I, I always forget that, I resume, you must resume,	not	never stirred from here, never stopped	telling	myself	stories		, hardly hearing them, hearing something else, listening for	something	else, wondering now and then where I	xx	got them		, was		I in the land of the living, were they in mine, and where, where do I	keep	them, in my head, I don't feel a head on me, and what do I tell them with, with my mouth, same	remark	, and what do I hear them with, and so on, the	usual	rigmarole, it can't be I, or it's because I	let my		attent	I	don't pay		attention	, it's such an old habit, I do it without	minding		what I'm doing	, or as if I were	elsewhere		,	that	there I am	afar	again,	there	I am the absentee		, it's his turn		now, he who neither speaks nor listens, who has neither body nor	spirit	soul, it's something else he has, he must have something, he must be somewhere, he is made of silence, there's a pretty analysis, he's in the silence,	he is	the one to be sought,	he is	the one to be,	he	the one to speak	of	, but he	cannot	speak, then I could stop, I'd be he, I'd be the silence, I'd be		in the silence,		we'd be	united	reunited, his story the story to be told, but he has no story, he hasn't been in story, it's not certain, he's in	his	own story,	uni	unimaginable, unspeakable, that doesn't matter, the attempt must	be	made, in	my	the old stories	x	incomprehensibly mine, to find his, it must be there		, it must have been		, before	being	his, I'll recognize it, in the end I'll recognize it, the story of the silence that he never left, that I should never have left, that I may never find again, that I may find again, then it will be he, it will be I, it will be the place, the silence, the end, the beginning, the beginning again, how can I say it, that's all words,	I've nothing		else	, and not	much of that			, the words fail, the voice	falters	, so be	it	, I know	that	well, I must know that	well, it will be the silence, full of murmurs, distant cries, the	customary	silence, spent listening, spent waiting, waiting for the voice, the cries abate, like all cries, that is to say they stop, the murmurs cease, they give up, the voice begins	resumes begins	again, it begins	to try	again, quick now before there is none left, no voice left, nothing left		but the	kernel		of murmurs, distant cries, quick now and try again, with the words that remain,	try	what,	I've forgotten	I don't know, I've forgotten,	that	doesn't matter, I never knew, to have them carry me into my story, the words that remain, my old story,	that	I've forgotten, far from here, through the noise, through the door, into the silence, that must be it, it's too late, perhaps it's too late, perhaps they have, how would I know,	I'll never know,	in the silence you don't know, perhaps it's the door, perhaps I'm	before the	at the door, that would surprise me, perhaps	it is	I,		it has been I	,		somewhere or other					, I can depart, all this time I've journeyed	,	without knowing it, it's I now at the door, what door,	it's I now, no other	what's a door doing here, it's the last words, the true last, or it's the murmurs,	it's going to be	the murmurs		, I know	that well, xxx	that well, no, not even that, you talk of murmurs, distant cries, as long as you can talk, you talk of them before and you talk of them after, more lies, it will be the silence, the one that doesn't last, spent listening, spent waiting, for it to be broken, for the voice to break it, perhaps there's no other, I don't know,	it's	not worth having, that's all I know, it's not I, that's all I know, it's not mine, it's the only one I ever had, that's a lie, I must have had the other, the one that lasts, but it didn't last, I don't understand, that is to say it did, it still lasts, I'm still in it, I left myself behind	in it	there	, I'm waiting for me there, no, there you don't wait, you don't listen,		I don't know,		it's a dream,	perhaps it's	a dream, that would surprise me, I'll wake, in the silence, and	go to sleep	never	go to	sleep again, it will be I, or		dream again, dream of a silence, a dream silence, full of	murmurs	, I don't know, that's all words, never wake,	xx	all words, there's nothing else,	I	you must go on, that's all I know,	they a	they're going to stop, I know that	feeling		,	when	they are	going to abandon me, it will be the silence, for a moment, a good few moments, or it will be mine, the		one	that lasts	, that didn't last, that still lasts, it will be I, you must go on, I can't go on, you must go on, I'll go on, you must say words, as long as		there are any	, I must say	them	, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be	me	, it will be the silence,	in the place	where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.
Version 02: MS-HRC-SB-5-10	The place, I'll make it	neverthless	, I'll make	it	in my head, I'll draw it out of my memory, I'll	draw	it	all about	me, I'll		make myself a head, I'll make myself a memory, I have only to listen , the voice will tell me everything,		it will	tell it to me again,	everything	I need, in	fits and starts			, breathless, it's like a confession, a last confession, you think it's finished, then it starts off again, there were so many		sins,	the	memory is so bad, the words don't come, the words fail, the breath fails, no, it's something else, it's an indictment,	a dtying	voice accusing, accusing me, you must accuse		someone, a culprit is indispensable, it speaks of my	misdeeds	sins	, it speaks of my head, it says	it's	mine, it says	that	that I repent, that I		want to be punished, better than I am		, that I want to go, give myself up, a victim is	indispensable	, I have only to listen, it will show me my hiding-place,	it will show it to me,	what it's like, where the door is, if	there is	a door, and		whereabouts I am in it, and what	lies between us,	what kind of country	how the land lies	, what kind of country, whether it's sea, or whether it's mountain, and the	path to	way to take	, so that I	may	go,	make my	escape, give myself up, come to the place where the axe falls	,	without further ceremony, on all	those	who come from here, I'm not the first, I won't be the first, it will	best	me in the end, it has	bested better than me	,	it	will tell me what	I have	to do	,	in order to rise,		move,		act like a body endowed with despair, that's how I reason,	that's	how I hear myself reasoning,		all lies, it's not me	they are	calling,	it's	not me	they are	talking about, it's not yet my turn, it's someone else's turn, that's why I can't stir, that's why I don't feel a body on me, I'm not suffering		enough yet, it's not yet my turn, not		enough to be	able	to stir, to have		a body,		complete with head, to be able to understand, to have eyes to light		the way, I merely hear, without understanding, without being able to	take advantage of	what I	profit by it,		by what I hear		, to	hear	do what,	to	rise and	go		and be done with hearing, I don't hear		everything, that must be it, the	ilmportant	things escape me, it's not my turn, the		topographical and anatomical	information	in particular	does	not reach	are	lost on	me, no, I hear		everything, what difference does it make,	as long as	the moment	it's not my turn, my turn to understand, my turn to live, my	turn of the lifescrew	, it calls	that	living	, the space of the way from here to the door, it's all there, in what I hear,		somewhere, if all has been said, all this	long	time, all must have been said, but it's not my turn to know what, to know	what	I am, where I am, and what I should do		to stop being it, to stop being there, that's	coherent	, so as to be another, no, the same, I don't know, depart into life, travel the road, find the door, find the axe, perhaps it's a cord, for the neck, for the throat, for the cords, or	finhgers	, I'll have eyes, I'll see fingers,		it will be the silence, perhaps it's a drop, find the door, open the door, drop, into the silence, it	won't	be	it	I, I'll stay here, or there, more likely there, it will	be	never be i		I		,	it's	all been done already, said and said		again, the departure, the body that rises, the way,		in colour, the arrival, the door that opens, closes again, it was never I, I've never stirred, I've listened, I must have spoken, why deny it, why not admit it, after all		I deny nothing, I admit nothing, I say what I hear, I hear what I say, I don't know, one or the other, or both, that makes three possibilities,		pick your fancy, all these stories about travellers, these stories about paralytics, all are mine, I must be extremely old, or it's memory playing tricks, if only I knew if		I've lived, if I live, if I'll live, that would simplify everything, impossible to	know	, that's where you're buggered, I haven't	stirred	, that's all I know, no, I know	vsomething	else,	it isn't	I, I always forget that, I resume, you must resume,		never stirred from here, never stopped	telling	myself	stories		, hardly hearing them, hearing something else, listening for	somehthing	else, wondering now and then where I		got them	from	, was	in	I in the land of the living, were they in mine, and where, where do I	keep	them, in my head, I don't feel a head on me, and what do I tell them with, with my mouth, same	remark	, and what do I hear them with, and so on, the	old	rigmarole, it can't be I, or it's because I		don't pay	attent-	pay no heed		, ion		, it's such an old habit, I do it without	minding	heeding	what I'm doing	, or as if I were	elsewhere	somewhere else	,		there I am	afar	again,	there	I am the absentee		, it's his turn		now, he who neither speaks nor listens, who has neither body nor		soul, it's something else he has, he must have something, he must be somewhere, he is made of silence, there's a pretty analysis, he's in the silence,	he is	the one to be sought,		the one to be,	the one to be spoken of,	the one to speak		, but he	can't	speak, then I could stop, I'd be he, I'd be the silence, I'd be		in the silence,		we'd be		reunited, his story the story to be told, but he has no story, he hasn't been in story, it's not certain, he's in	his	own story,		unimaginable, unspeakable, that doesn't matter, the attempt must	nbe	made, in		the old stories		incomprehensibly mine, to find his, it must be there		, it must have been	mine	, before	being	his, I'll recognize it, in the end I'll recognize it, the story of the silence that he never left, that I should never have left, that I may never find again, that I may find again, then it will be he, it will be I, it will be the place, the silence, the end, the beginning, the beginning again, how can I say it, that's all words,	I've nothing	they're all I have	else	, and not	much of that	many of them	,	, the words fail, the voice	fails	, so be	it	, I know	that	well, I must know that	well, it will be the silence, full of murmurs, distant cries, the	usual	silence, spent listening, spent waiting, waiting for the voice, the cries abate, like all cries, that is to say they stop, the murmurs cease, they give up, the voice begins		again, it begins	to try	again, quick now before there is none left, no voice left, nothing left	by	but the	kernel	core	of murmurs, distant cries, quick now and try again, with the words that remain,	try	what,		I don't know, I've forgotten,	it	doesn't matter, I never knew, to have them carry me into my story, the words that remain, my old story,	that	I've forgotten, far from here, through the noise, through the door, into the silence, that must be it, it's too late, perhaps it's too late, perhaps they have, how would I know,	I'll never know,	in the silence you don't know, perhaps it's the door, perhaps I'm		at the door, that would surprise me, perhaps	it is	I,				somewhere or other		it	has been		I	, I can depart, all this time I've journeyed	,	without knowing it, it's I now at the door, what door,		what's a door doing here, it's the last words, the true last, or it's the murmurs,		the murmurs	are coming	, I know		that well, no, not even that, you talk of murmurs, distant cries, as long as you can talk, you talk of them before and you talk of them after, more lies, it will be the silence, the one that doesn't last, spent listening, spent waiting, for it to be broken, for the voice to break it, perhaps there's no other, I don't know,	Iit's	not worth having, that's all I know, it's not I, that's all I know, it's not mine, it's the only one I ever had, that's a lie, I must have had the other, the one that lasts, but it didn't last, I don't understand, that is to say it did, it still lasts, I'm still in it, I left myself behind		there	, I'm waiting for me there, no, there you don't wait, you don't listen,		I don't know,		it's a dream,	perhaps it's	a dream, that would surprise me, I'll wake, in the silence, and		never		sleep again, it will be I, or	dream,	dream again, dream of a silence, a dream silence, full of	mutrmurs	, I don't know, that's all words, never wake,		all words, there's nothing else,		you must go on, that's all I know,		they're going to stop, I know that	well	, I can feel it	,	when	they're	going to abandon me, it will be the silence, for a moment, a good few moments, or it will be mine, the	lasting	one		, that didn't last, that still lasts, it will be I, you must go on, I can't go on, you must go on, I'll go on, you must say words, as long as	they remain	there are any	, I must say	words	, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be	I	, it will be the silence,		where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.
Version 03: MS-WU-MSS008-3-71	The place, I'll make it	all the same	, I'll make	it	in my head, I'll draw it out of my memory, I'll	gather	it	all about	me, I'll		make myself a head, I'll make myself a memory, I have only to listen, the voice will tell me everything,			tell it to me again,	everything	I need, in	fits and starts	,	dribs and drabs	, breathless, it's like a confession, a last confession, you think it's finished, then it starts off again, there were so many		sins,	hthe	memory is so bad, the words don't come, the words fail, the breath fails, no, it's something else, it's an indictment,	a dying	voice accusing, accusing me, you must accuse		someone, a culprit is indispensable, it speaks of my		sins	, it speaks of my head, it says	it's	mine, it says		that I repent, that I		want to be punished, better than I am		, that I want to go, give myself up, a victim is	essential	, I have only to listen, it will show me my hiding-place,		what it's like, where the door is, if	there's	a door, and		whereabouts I am in it, and what	lies between us,		how the land lies	, what kind of country, whether it's sea, or whether it's mountain, and the		way to take	, so that I	may	go,	make my	escape, give myself up, come to the place where the axe falls	,	without further ceremony, on all		who come from here, I'm not the first, I won't be the first, it will	best	me in the end, it has	bested better than me	,	it	will tell me what		to do	,	in order to rise,		move,		act like a body endowed with despair, that's how I reason,	that's	how I hear myself reasoning,		all lies, it's not me	they're	calling,		not me	they're	talking about, it's not yet my turn, it's someone else's turn, that's why I can't stir, that's why I don't feel a body on me, I'm not suffering	enoygh yet	enough yet, it's not yet my turn, not	suffering	enough to be	abmle	to stir, to have	a body,,c	a body,		complete with head, to be able to understand, to have eyes to light		the way, I merely hear, without understanding, without being able to			profit by it,		by what I hear		, to		do what,	to	rise and	go		and be done with hearing, I don't hear		everything, that must be it, the	important	things escape me, it's not my turn, the		topographical and anatomical	information	in particular	is			lost on	me, no, I hear		everything, what difference does it make,		the moment	it's not my turn, my turn to understand, my turn to live, my	turn of the lifescrew	, it calls	that	living	, the space of the way from here to the door, it's all there, in what I hear,	somewhere	somewhere, if all has been said, all this	long	time, all must have been said, but it's not my turn to know what, to know	what	I am, where I am, and what I should do		to stop being it, to stop being there, that's	coherent	, so as to be another, no, the same, I don't know, depart into life, travel the road, find the door, find the axe, perhaps it's a cord, for the neck, for the throat, for the cords, or	fingers	, I'll have eyes, I'll see fingers,		it will be the silence, perhaps it's a drop, find the door, open the door, drop, into the silence, it	wont won't	be		I, I'll stay here, or there, more likely there, it will		never be I	, that's all	I	know	,	it's	all been done already, said and said		again, the departure, the body that rises, the way,		in colour, the arrival, the door that opens, closes again, it was never I, I've never stirred, I've listened, I must have spoken, why deny it, why not admit it, after all	,	I deny nothing, I admit nothing, I say what I hear, I hear what I say, I don't know, one or the other, or both, that makes three possibilities,		pick your fancy, all these stories about travellers, these stories about paralytics, all are mine, I must be extremely old, or it's memory playing tricks, if only I knew if		I've lived, if I live, if I'll live, that would simplify everything, impossible to	find out	, that's where you're buggered, I haven't	stirreed	, that's all I know, no, I know	something	else,	it's not	I, I always forget that, I resume, you must resume,		never stirred from here, never stopped	telloing		stories	, to myself	, hardly hearing them, hearing something else, listening for	something	else, wondering now and then where I		got them	from	, was		I in the land of the living, were they in mine, and where, where do I	store	them, in my head, I don't feel a head on me, and what do I tell them with, with my mouth, same	remark	, and what do I hear them with, and so on, the	old	rigmarole, it can't be I, or it's because I				pay no heed				, it's such an old habit, I do it without		heeding		, or as if I were		somewhere else	,		there I am	far	again,	tthere	I am the absentee	again	, it's his turn	again	now, he who neither speaks nor listens, who has neither body nor		soul, it's something else he has, he must have something, he must be somewhere, he is made of silence, there's a pretty analysis, he's in the silence,	he's	the one to be sought,		the one to be,	the one to be spoken of,	the one to speak		, but he	can't	speak, then I could stop, I'd be he, I'd be the silence, I'd be	back	in the silence,	wexd	we'd be		reunited, his story the story to be told, but he has no story, he hasn't been in story, it's not certain, he's in	hois	own story,		unimaginable, unspeakable, that doesn't matter, the attempt must	be	made, in		the old stories		incomprehensibly mine, to find his, it must be there	somewhere	, it must have been	mine	, before	bieng	his, I'll recognize it, in the end I'll recognize it, the story of the silence that he never left, that I should never have left, that I may never find again, that I may find again, then it will be he, it will be I, it will be the place, the silence, the end, the beginning, the beginning again, how can I say it, that's all words,		they're all I have		, and not		many of them		, the words fail, the voice	fails	, so be	I, I know it	, I know	thzat		well, it will be the silence, full of murmurs, distant cries, the	usual	silence, spent listening, spent waiting, waiting for the voice, the cries abate, like all cries, that is to say they stop, the murmurs cease, they give up, the voice begins		again, it begins	trying	again, quick now before there is none left, no voice left, nothing left	bx	but the		core	of murmurs, distant cries, quick now and try again, with the words that remain,	rtry	what,		I don't know, I've forgotten,	it	doesn't matter, I never knew, to have them carry me into my story, the words that remain, my old story,	which	I've forgotten, far from here, through the noise, through the door, into the silence, that must be it, it's too late, perhaps it's too late, perhaps they have, how would I know,		in the silence you don't know, perhaps it's the door, perhaps I'm		at the door, that would surprise me, perhaps	it's	I,	perhaps			somewhere or other		it		was	I	, I can depart, all this time I've journeyed		without knowing it, it's I now at the door, what door,		what's a door doing here, it's the last words, the true last, or it's the murmurs,		the murmurs	are coming	, I know		that well, no, not even that, you talk of murmurs, distant cries, as long as you can talk, you talk of them before and you talk of them after, more lies, it will be the silence, the one that doesn't last, spent listening, spent waiting, for it to be broken, for the voice to break it, perhaps there's no other, I don't know,	it's	not worth having, that's all I know, it's not I, that's all I know, it's not mine, it's the only one I ever had, that's a lie, I must have had the other, the one that lasts, but it didn't last, I don't understand, that is to say it did, it still lasts, I'm still in it, I left myself behind	in it		, I'm waiting for me there, no, there you don't wait, you don't listen,	perh	I don't know,	perhaps	it's a dream,	all	a dream, that would surprise me, I'll wake, in the silence, and		never		sleep again, it will be I, or	dream,	dream again, dream of a silence, a dream silence, full of	murmurs	, I don't know, that's all words, never wake,		all words, there's nothing else,		you must go on, that's all I know,		they're going to stop, I know that	fwell	, I can feel it	,		they're	going to abandon me, it will be the silence, for a moment, a good few moments, or it will be mine, the	lasting	one		, that didn't last, that still lasts, it will be I, you must go on, I can't go on, you must go on, I'll go on, you must say words, as long as		there are any			, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be	I	, it will be the silence,		where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.
Version 04: MS-1958	The place, I'll make it	all the same	, I'll make	it	in my head, I'll draw it out of my memory, I'll	gather	it	all about	me, I'll		make myself a head, I'll make myself a memory, I have only to listen, the voice will tell me everything,			tell it to me again,	everything	I need, in			dribs and drabs	, breathless, it's like a confession, a last confession, you think it's finished, then it starts off again, there were so many		sins,	the	memory is so bad, the words don't come, the words fail, the breath fails, no, it's something else, it's an indictment,	a dying	voice accusing, accusing me, you must accuse		someone, a culprit is indispensable, it speaks of my		sins	, it speaks of my head, it says	it's	mine, it says		that I repent, that I		want to be punished, better than I am		, that I want to go, give myself up, a victim is	essential	, I have only to listen, it will show me my hiding-place,		what it's like, where the door is, if	there's	a door, and		whereabouts I am in it, and what	lies between us,		how the land lies	, what kind of country, whether it's sea, or whether it's mountain, and the		way to take	, so that I	may	go,	make my	escape, give myself up, come to the place where the axe falls	,	without further ceremony, on all		who come from here, I'm not the first, I won't be the first, it will	best	me in the end, it has	bested better than me	,	it	will tell me what		to do	,	in order to rise,		move,		act like a body endowed with despair, that's how I reason,	that's	how I hear myself reasoning,		all lies, it's not me	they're	calling,		not me	they're	talking about, it's not yet my turn, it's someone else's turn, that's why I can't stir, that's why I don't feel a body on me, I'm not suffering		enough yet, it's not yet my turn, not	suffering	enough to be	able	to stir, to have		a body,		complete with head, to be able to understand, to have eyes to light		the way, I merely hear, without understanding, without being able to			profit by it,		by what I hear		, to		do what,	to	rise and	go		and be done with hearing, I don't hear		everything, that must be it, the	important	things escape me, it's not my turn, the		topographical and anatomical	information	in particular	is			lost on	me, no, I hear		everything, what difference does it make,		the moment	it's not my turn, my turn to understand, my turn to live, my	turn of the lifescrew	, it calls	that	living	, the space of the way from here to the door, it's all there, in what I hear,		somewhere, if all has been said, all this	long	time, all must have been said, but it's not my turn to know what, to know	what	I am, where I am, and what I should do		to stop being it, to stop being there, that's	coherent	, so as to be another, no, the same, I don't know, depart into life, travel the road, find the door, find the axe, perhaps it's a cord, for the neck, for the throat, for the cords, or	fingers	, I'll have eyes, I'll see fingers,		it will be the silence, perhaps it's a drop, find the door, open the door, drop, into the silence, it	won't	be		I, I'll stay here, or there, more likely there, it will		never be I	, that's all	I	know	,	it's	all been done already, said and said		again, the departure, the body that rises, the way,		in colour, the arrival, the door that opens, closes again, it was never I, I've never stirred, I've listened, I must have spoken, why deny it, why not admit it, after all	,	I deny nothing, I admit nothing, I say what I hear, I hear what I say, I don't know, one or the other, or both, that makes three possibilities,		pick your fancy, all these stories about travellers, these stories about paralytics, all are mine, I must be extremely old, or it's memory playing tricks, if only I knew if		I've lived, if I live, if I'll live, that would simplify everything, impossible to	find out	, that's where you're buggered, I haven't	stirred	, that's all I know, no, I know	something	else,	it's not	I, I always forget that, I resume, you must resume,		never stirred from here, never stopped	telling		stories	, to myself	, hardly hearing them, hearing something else, listening for	something	else, wondering now and then where I		got them	from	, was		I in the land of the living, were they in mine, and where, where do I	store	them, in my head, I don't feel a head on me, and what do I tell them with, with my mouth, same	remark	, and what do I hear them with, and so on, the	old	rigmarole, it can't be I, or it's because I				pay no heed				, it's such an old habit, I do it without		heeding		, or as if I were		somewhere else	,		there I am	far	again,	there	I am the absentee	again	, it's his turn	again	now, he who neither speaks nor listens, who has neither body nor		soul, it's something else he has, he must have something, he must be somewhere, he is made of silence, there's a pretty analysis, he's in the silence,	he's	the one to be sought,		the one to be,	the one to be spoken of,	the one to speak		, but he	can't	speak, then I could stop, I'd be he, I'd be the silence, I'd be	back	in the silence,		we'd be		reunited, his story the story to be told, but he has no story, he hasn't been in story, it's not certain, he's in	his	own story,		unimaginable, unspeakable, that doesn't matter, the attempt must	be	made, in		the old stories		incomprehensibly mine, to find his, it must be there	somewhere	, it must have been	mine	, before	being	his, I'll recognize it, in the end I'll recognize it, the story of the silence that he never left, that I should never have left, that I may never find again, that I may find again, then it will be he, it will be I, it will be the place, the silence, the end, the beginning, the beginning again, how can I say it, that's all words,		they're all I have		, and not		many of them		, the words fail, the voice	fails	, so be	it	, I know	that		well, it will be the silence, full of murmurs, distant cries, the	usual	silence, spent listening, spent waiting, waiting for the voice, the cries abate, like all cries, that is to say they stop, the murmurs cease, they give up, the voice begins		again, it begins	trying	again, quick now before there is none left, no voice left, nothing left		but the		core	of murmurs, distant cries, quick now and try again, with the words that remain,	try	what,		I don't know, I've forgotten,	it	doesn't matter, I never knew, to have them carry me into my story, the words that remain, my old story,	which	I've forgotten, far from here, through the noise, through the door, into the silence, that must be it, it's too late, perhaps it's too late, perhaps they have, how would I know,		in the silence you don't know, perhaps it's the door, perhaps I'm		at the door, that would surprise me, perhaps	it's	I,	perhaps			somewhere or other		it		was	I	, I can depart, all this time I've journeyed		without knowing it, it's I now at the door, what door,		what's a door doing here, it's the last words, the true last, or it's the murmurs,		the murmurs	are coming	, I know		that well, no, not even that, you talk of murmurs, distant cries, as long as you can talk, you talk of them before and you talk of them after, more lies, it will be the silence, the one that doesn't last, spent listening, spent waiting, for it to be broken, for the voice to break it, perhaps there's no other, I don't know,	it's	not worth having, that's all I know, it's not I, that's all I know, it's not mine, it's the only one I ever had, that's a lie, I must have had the other, the one that lasts, but it didn't last, I don't understand, that is to say it did, it still lasts, I'm still in it, I left myself behind	in it		, I'm waiting for me there, no, there you don't wait, you don't listen,		I don't know,	perhaps	it's a dream,	all	a dream, that would surprise me, I'll wake, in the silence, and		never		sleep again, it will be I, or	dream,	dream again, dream of a silence, a dream silence, full of	murmurs	, I don't know, that's all words, never wake,		all words, there's nothing else,		you must go on, that's all I know,		they're going to stop, I know that	well	, I can feel it	,		they're	going to abandon me, it will be the silence, for a moment, a good few moments, or it will be mine, the	lasting	one		, that didn't last, that still lasts, it will be I, you must go on, I can't go on, you must go on, I'll go on, you must say words, as long as		there are any			, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be	I	, it will be the silence,		where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

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