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[1474] But he is concerned only with his ignorance of certain things, of
those that appall him among others, which is only human.
[1475] But it
is bad policy, for on the fifth day rise you must, and rise in
fact you do, but with how much greater pains than if you had made
up your mind to it the day before, or better still two days before,
and why add to,[₰]your pains, it's bad policy, assuming you do add
to them, and nothing is less certain.
[1476] For on the fifth day, when
the problem is how to rise, the fourth and third do not matter
any more, all that matters is how to rise, for you are half out
of your mind.
[1477] And sometimes tyou cannot, get to your feet I mean,
and have to drag yourself to the nearest plot of vegetables, using
the tufts of grass and asperities of the earth to drag yourself
forward, or to the nearest clump of brambles, where there are
something go sometimes good things to eat, if acid, and which are
[1477]
superior to the plots in this, that you can crawl into them and
hide, as you cannoot in a plot of [⁁] ripe potatoes for example, and in
this also, that often you frighten the little wild things away,
both furred and feathered.
[1478] For it is not as if he possessed the
means of accumulating, in a single day, enough food to keep him
alive for three weeks or a month, and what is a month compared to
the whole of second childishness, a drop in a buv[⁁]c[c]ket.
[1479] But he does
not, possess them I mean, and could not employ them even if he did,
he feels so far from the morrow.
[1480] And perhaps there is none, no
morrow any more, for one who has waited so long for it in vain.
[1481] And perhaps he has come to that stage of his instand[⁁]t[t] when to live
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