Digital Manuscript ProjectMalone meurt / Malone Dies

[0569] And all alone, well hidden, I have
played the fool, all alone, for hours on
end, motionless, often standing, spell-
bound, groaning.
[0570] That's right, groan.
[0571] I was not able to play.
[0572] I turned
till I was dizzy, clapped my hands, ran,
shouted, saw myself losing, saw myself
winning, rejoicing, lamenting.
[0573] Then
suddenly I threw myself on the
playthings, if there were any, to destroy
them, or on a child, to change his joy
to howling, or I fled, I ran away and
hid.
[0578] And gravely I live to be grave no more,
to live, to invent, I know what I mean.
[0579] But at each fresh attempt I lost my
head, fled to my shadows as to sanctuary,
to his lap who can neither
life nor suffer the
sight of others living.
[0580] Life.
[0581] I speak of
living without knowing what it means.
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