MS-HRC-SB-4-3

[0916] can scarcely even see the window-pane, or the wall forming
with it so sharp a contrast that it oftebⁿ looks like the edge
of an abyss. [0917] I hear the noise of my little finger as it glides
over the paper and then that so different of the pencil follow-
ing after. [0918] That is what surprises me and makes me say that
something must have changed. [0919] Whence that child I might have been,
why not? [0920] And I hear also, there we are at last, I hear a choir,
far enough away for me not to hear it when it goes soft.

[0921] It is
a song I know, I don't know how, and when it fades, and when it
dies quite away, it goes on inside me, but too slow, or too fast,
[0922] for when it comes on the air to me again it is not together with
mine, but behind, or ahead. [0923] It is a mixed choir, or I am greatly
deceived. [0924] With children too perhaps. [0925] I have the absurd feeling
it is conducted by a woman.

[0926] Ir^t has been singing the same song
for a long time now. [0927] They must be rehearsing. [0928] It belon^g[⁁]s already
to the long past, it has uttered fot eh for the last time the
triumphal cry on which it ends. [0929] Can it be Easter Week? [0930] Thus
with the year Seasons return.

[0931] If it can could not this song I have
just heard, and which quite franj^kly is not quit yet quite stilled
within me, could not this song have simply been to the hnour and
honour and glory of him who was the first to rise from the dead,
to him who saved me, twenty centuries in advance? [0932] Did I say the
first? [0933] The final bawl lends colour to this view.

[0934] I fear I must have fallen asleep again. [0935] In vain I grope, I
cannot find my exercise-book. [0936] But I still have the pencil in
my hand. [0937] I shall have to wait for day to break. [0938] God knows what