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[0597] every time I left him, whom I have often made suffer and
seldom contented, whom I have never seen. [0598] There I am forgetting
myself again. [0599] My concern is not with me, but with another, far
beneath me and whom I try to envy, of whose crass adventures
I can now tell at last, I don't know how. [0600] Of myself I could never
tell, any more than live or tell of others.

[0601] How could I have, who
never tried? [0602] To show myself now, on the point of vanishing, at
the same time as the stranger, and by the same grace, that would
be no ordinary last straw. [0603] Then live, long enough to feel, behind
my closed eyes, other eyes close. [0604] What an end.

^[⃞][0605] The market. [0606] The inadequacy of the exchanges between rural and
urban areas had^ad not escaped the excellent youth. [0607] He had mustered,
on this subject, the following considerations, some perhaps
close to, others no doubt far from, the truth.
^[⃞][0608] In his country the problem -^[] no, I can't do it.

^[⃞][0609] The peasants. [0610] His visits to. [0611] I can't. [0612] Assembled in the
farmyard they watched him depart, on stumbling, wavering feet,
as though they scarcely felt the ground. [0613] Often he stopped,
stood tottering a moment, then suddenly was off again, in a
new direction. [0614] So he went, lift limp, drifting, as though tossed
by the earth. [0615] And when, after a halt, he started off again, it
was like a big thistle-down plucked by the wind from the place
where it had settled. [0615|001] There is a choice of images.

^[⃞][0616] I have rummaged a little in my things, sorting them out