MS-TCD-4662

[0773] not understand that the fault was not with
that the pig was not to blame, but he him-
self, who had coddled it unduly. [0774] And he
persisted in his error.

[0775] Dead world, airless, waterless. [0776] That's
right, your memories. [0777] Here and there,
at the bottom of a crater, the shadow of
a withered lichen. [0778] And nights of 300
hours.

[0779] Dearest of lights, wan, pitted,
least fatuous of lights. [0780] That's right, babble.
[0781] How long can it have lasted, 5 minutes, 10
minutes? [0782] Yes, not no more, not much more.
[0783] But my sliver of sky is glowing ^{[place = supralinear] gleaming} with it still.

[0784] In the old days I used to count, up to 300
hundred, 400, and with other things too,
the showers, the bells, the chatter of the sparrows
at dawn, I used to count, or for no reason,
for the sake of counting, and then I divided
by 60. [0785] That passed the time, I was time, I
ate the world devoured the world. [0786] Not now,
any more. [0787] A man changes. [0788] As he grows old.

[0789] In the filthy kitchen, with its earth
floor, Sapo had his place, by the window.
[0790] Big Louis and his son left their work, came
and shook his hand, then went away, leaving
him alone with the mother & the daughter.

[0791] But they too had things to do, they too went away
and left him. [0792] There was so much, so little
time, so few hands. [0793] The woman, halting an
instant between 2 errands, or in the middle
of one, raised her arms to threw up her arms
and in the same breath, unable to resist their
great weight, let them fall again.

[0794] Then she
bega began to move ^{[place = supralinear] agitate} them in a way difficult
to describe, and not easy to understand.
[0796] xxx The movements suggested suggested those, at
once at once frantic and limp ^{[place = supralinear] slack}, of an arm