MS-WU-MSS008-2-47

[1334] trickling away and I saying to myself, It is gone for ever,
meaning f^of course the pencil.

[1335] And I saw that all these super-
ficies, or should I say infraficies, the horizontal as well as
the perpendicular, though they do not look particularly perpendic-
ular from here, had visibly blanched since my last examination
of them, dating from when I do not know^{[⁁] I know not when} [^{I know not when.}].

[1335] And this is all the more
singular as the tendency of things in general is I believe rather
to dark^[⁁]en[^en], as time wears on, with of course the exception of our
mortal remains and certain parts of the body which lost lose their
natural colour and from which the blood recedes,^[₰] in the long run.

[1336] Does this mean there is more light here now, now that I know what
is going on? [1337] No, I fear not, it is the same grey as heretofore,
literally sparkling at times, then growing murky and dim, thick-
ening is perhaps the word, until all things are blotted out except
the window which seems in a manner of speaking to be my umbilicus,
so that I say to myself, When it too goes out I shall know more or
less where I am.

[1338] No, all I mean is this, that when I open staring
wide my eyes I see at the confines of this restless gloom a gleam-
ing and shimmering as of bones, which was not hitherto the case,
to the best of my knowledge. And I can ever^[⁁]n[ⁿ] distinctly remember
the paper-hangings or wall-paper still clinging in places to the
walls and covered with a writhing mass of roses, violets and
other flowers in such profusion that it seemed to me I had never
seen so many in the whole course of my life, nor of such beauty.

[1339] But now they seem to be all gone, quite gone, and if there were
no flowers on the ceiling there was no doubt something else,