Digital Manuscript ProjectMalone meurt / Malone Dies

[0524] than this reasonable, patient boy child,
struggling all alone for years to cast to throw
a little light upon himself, avid of the faintest
gleam, closed to the charms of dark.
[0525] Here truly Here truly is the air I needed, buoyant and tenuous lively and tenuous
a lively tenuous air, far from the nourishing fog murk that is killing me.
[0531] That is what I would call
a good job of work, if I xx did not fear
to contradict myself.
[0532] Fear to contradict
myself!
[0533] If this continues it is myself I
shall lose and the thousand ways that
lead there.
[0534] And I shall be like the
unfortunates famous in fable, crushed
beneath the weight of their wish come true.
[0535] And I even feel a strange desire come
over me, the desire to know what I am
doing, and why, and to say it.
[0536] So I
near the goal I set myself in my young
years and which has prevented me from
living.
[0537] And on the threshold of being no
more I succeeded in being another.
[0538] Which
Very pretty.
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