MS-HRC-SB-4-3

[1334] trickling away and I saying to myself, It is gone for ever,
meaning f^of course the pencil.

[1335] And I saw that all these super-
ficies, or should I say infraficies, the horizontal as well as
the perpendicular, though they do not look particularly perpendic-
ular from here, had visibly blanched since my last examination
of them, dating from when I do not know ^{I know not when}.

[1335] And this is all the more
singular as the tendency of things in general is I believe rather
to dark^en, as time wears on, with of course the exception of our
mortal remains and certain parts of the body which lost lose their
natural colour and from which the blood recedes, in the long run.

[1336] Does this mean there is more light here now, now that I know what
is going on? [1337] No, I fear not, it is the same grey as heretofore,
literally sparkling at times, then growing murky and dim, thick-
ening is perhaps the word, until all things are blotted out except
the window which seems in a manner of speaking to be my umbilicus,
so that I say to myself, When it too goes out I shall know more or
less where I am.

[1338] No, all I mean is this, that when I open staring
wide my eyes I see at the confines of this restless gloom a gleam-
ing and shimmering as of bones, which was not hitherto the case,
to the best of my knowledge. And I can everⁿ distinctly remember
the paper-hangings or wall-paper still clinging in places to the
walls and covered with a writhing mass of roses, violets and
other flowers in such profusion that it seemed to me I had never
seen so many in the whole course of my life, nor of such beauty.

[1339] But now they seem to be all gone, quite gone, and if there were
no flowers on the ceiling there was no doubt something else,