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[1502] noticed, having been nothing bt^ut a series or rather a succession
of local phenomena all my life, without any result. [1503] But my fingers
too write in other latitudes and the air that breathes through my
pages and turns them without my knowing, when I doze off, so that
the subject falls far from the verb and the object lands somewhere
in the void, is not the air of this second-last abode, and a mercy
it is. [1504] And perhaps on my hands it is the shimmer of the shadows of
leaves and flowers and the brightness of a forgotten sun.

[1505] Now my
sex, I mean the tube itself, and in particualr the nozzle, from
which when I was yet a virgin clouts and gouts of sperm came stream-
ing and splashing up into my face, a continuous flow, while it
lasted, and which must still drip a little piss from time to time,
otherwise I would be dead of uraemia, I do not expect to see my sex
again, with my naked eye, not that I wish to, we've stared at each
other long enough, in the eye, but it gives you some idea.

[1506] But that
is nt^ot all and my extremities are not the only parts to recede, in
their respective directions, far from it. [1507] For my arse for example,
which can hardly be accused of being the end of anything, if my
arse suddenly started to shit at the present moment, which God for-
bid, I firmly believe the lumps would fall out in Australia.

[1508] And
if I were to stand up again, from which God preserve me, I fancy
I would filll fill a considerable part of the universe, oh not
more than lying down, but more noticeably. [1509] For it is a thing I
have^[⁁] always ^often noticed, the best way to pass unnoticed is to lie down
flat and not move. [1510] And so there I am, who always thought I would
shrivel and shrivel, more and more, until in the end I could be