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[1825] simply have the use of them. [1826] They answer to the definition of what
is mine, but they are not mine. [1827] Perhaps it is the definition that
is at fault. [1828] They have each two handles or ears, projecting abob^ve
the rim and facing each other, into which I insert my stick. In this
way I move my pots about, lift them up and set them down. [1829] Nothing
has been left to chance. [1830] Or is it a happy chance? [1831] I can therefore
easily turn them upside down, if I am driven to it, and wait for
them to empty, as long as nev^cessary.

[1832] After this passing reference
to my pots I feel a little mi^ore lively. [1833] They are not mine, but I
say my pots, as I say my bed, my window, as I say me. [1834] Nevertheless
I shall stop. [1835] It is my belon possessions have weakened me, if I
start talking about them again I shall weaken again, for the same
causes give rise to the same effects. [1836] I should have liked to speak
of the cap of the bell of my bicycle ^{my bicycle-bell}, of my half-crutch, the top
half, you'd think it was a baby's crutch.

[1837] But I can still do so,
whatv is there to prevent me? I don't know. I can't. [1838] To think I shall
perhaps die of starvatio hunger, after all, of starvation rather,
after having struggled successfully all my life against that menace.
[1839] I can't believe it. [1840] There is a providence for impotent old men, to
the end. [1841] And when they cannot swallow any more someone rams a tube
down their gullet, or up their rectum, and fills them full of
viatminized ^[  ] pap, so as not to be accused of murder.

[1842] I shall there-
fore die of old age pure and simple, glutted with days as in the
days before the flood, on a full stomach. [1843] Perhaps they think I am
dead. [1844] Or perhaps they are dead themselves. [1845] I say they, though per-
haps I should not. [1846] In the beginning, but was it the beginning, I
used to see an old woman, then for a time an old yellow arm, then