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[2591] window, his head sunk, his mouth open, his legs wide apart, his
knees raised, leaning with one hand on the ground while the other
came and went under his shirt, he awaited his soup. [2592] When his bowl
had been filled he stopped scratching and stretched out his hand
towards Lemuel, in the daily disappointed hope of being spared the
trouble of getting up.

[2593] He still loved the gloom and secrecy of the
ferns, but never sought them out. [2594] The youth then, the Saxon, the
thin one and the giant. [2595] I don't know if they have changed, I don't
remember. [2596] May the others forgive me. [2597] In the fifth Macmann, half
asleep.

[2598] A few lines to remind me that I too subsist. [2599] He has not come
back. [2600] How long ago is it now? [2601] I don't know. [2602] Long. [2603] And I? [2604] Indubit-
ably going, that's all the^at matters. [2605] Whence this assurance? [2606] Try and
think. [2607] I can't. [2608] Grandiose suffering. [2609] I am swelling. [2610] What if I
should burst? [2611] The ceiling rises and falls, rises and falls, rhythmic
rhythmically, as when I was a foetus. [2612] Also to be mentioned a noise
of rushing water, peh^henomenon mutatis mutandis o^perh^[⁁]aa^ps analagous to
that of the mirage, in the desert. [2613] The window.

[2614] I shall not see it
again. Why? Because, to my grief, I cannot turn my head. [2615] Leaden
light again, thick, eddying, riddled with tunn little tunnels throu
through to brightness, perhaps I should say air, sucking air. [2616] All
is ready. [2617] Except me. [2618] I am being given, if I may venture the ex-
pression, birth to into death, [2619] such is my impression. [2621] The feet
are clear already, of the great cunt of existence. [2622] Favourable presen
presentation I trust. [2623] My head will be the last to go. die. [2624] Haul