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[1744] For only those things are mine the whereabouts of which I know
e^well enough to be able to lay hold of them, if necessary, that is
the definition I have adopted, to define my possessions. For
otherwise there would be no end to it. But in any case there will
be no end to it.

[1745] It did not greatly resemble - but it is wrong of
me to dwell upon it - the one I have preserved, the yellow one,
remarkable for the number of its eyeholes, I never saw a boot with
so many eyeholes, useless for the most part, having ceased to be
holes, and become slits. [1746] All these things are together in the corn-
er in a heap. [1747] I could a^lay hold of them, even now, in the dark, I
need only wish to do so.

[1748] I would identify them by touch, the
message would flow all along the stick, I would hook the desired
object and bring it over to the bed, I would hear it coming towards
me over the floor, gliding, jogging, less and less dear, I would
hoist it up on the bed in such a way as not to break the window
or damage the ceiling, and at last I would have it in my hands.

[1749] If it was my hat I might put it on, that would remind me of the
good old days, though I remember them sufficiently well. [1750] It has
lost its brim, it looks like a bell-glass to put over a melon.
[1751] In order to put it on and take it off you have to grasp it like
a great ball, between your palms. [1752] It is perhaps the only object
in my possession the history of which I have not forgotten, I
mean counting from the day it c^became mine.

[1753] I know in what circum-
stances it lost its brim, I was there at the time, [1754] it was so that
I might keep it on while I slept. [1755] I should rather like it to be
buried with me, w ^a harmless whim, but what steps should I take?
[1756] Mem, put it on on the off-chance, well wedged down, before it is