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[0543] house, with his books under his arm, on
the pretext that he worked better in the
open air, no, without explanation. [0544] Once
clear of the town he hid his books under a
stone and wandered about the country.
[0545] It was the season when the labours of the
peasants reach their climax and [when] the
long bright days are too short for all there
is to do.

[0546] And often in the moonlight a
last journey was made between the
fields, perhaps far away, And often they
took advantage of the moon to make a
last journey between the fields, perhaps
far aw away, and the barn or threshing-
floor, or to overhaul the machines and
get them ready for the imminent dawn.
[0547] The imminent dawn.

[0548] I fell asleep. [0549] But Now I do not want
to sleep. [0550] There is no room for sleep in my
time-table. [0551] I [do not] have no desire -
no I have no explanation to give. [0552] Coma is
for the living.

[0553] They have always [xx] been
more than I could bear, all of them,
no, I don't mean that, I watched them,
[move] about, groaning with groaning with
tedium I watched them come and go,
then I killed them, or put myself in their
place, or fled.

[0554] I feel within me the glow
of that old frenzy, but I know it will
set me on fire no more. [0555] I stop everything and
wait. [0556] Sapo stands motionless on one leg,
his strange eyes closed. [0557] The turmoil of the
day day's turmoil freezes in a thousand
thousand ridiculous postures. [0558] The little
cloud in transit before their glorious sun
will darken the earth as long as I please.

[0559] Live and invent. [0560] I have tried.
[0561] I must have tried. [0562] Invent. [0563] It is not the
right word. [0564] Neither is live. [0565] No matter.
[0566] I have tried. [0567] While within me the wild
beast of earnestness paced its cage, ravening,
roaring, lacerating. [0568] I have done that.