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[1525] babble? [1526] I don't know. [1527] I simply believe I can say nothing that
is not true, I meant mean that has not happened, it's not the
same thing but no matter.

[1528] Yes, that's what I like about me,
at least one of the things, that I can say,Up the Republic!^!, for
example, or, Sweetheart!^!, for example, without having to wonder
if I should not rather have cut my tongue out, or said something
else. Yes, no reflection is needed, before or after, I have only
to open my mouth for it to testify to the old story, my old
story, and to the solg ^long silence that has silenced me, so that
all is silent.

[1529] And if I ever stop a^ttalking it will be because
there is nothing to be said, even though all has not been said,
even though ntohing ^[  ] [^tr.] has been said. [1530] But let us leave these morbid
matters and get on with that of my demise, in two or three days
if I remember rightly. [1531] Then it will be all over with the Murphys,
Merciers, Molloys, Morans and Malone^[⁁]s[^s][^Malones,], unless it goes on beyond
the grave. [1532] But sufficient unto the day, let us first defunge,
then we'll see.

[1533] How mant^y have I killed, hitting them on the head
or setting fire to them? [1534] Off hand I can only think of four, all
unknowns, I never knew anyone. [1535] A sudden wish, I have a sudden
wish to see, as sometimes in the old days, something, anything,
no matter what, something I could not have imagined.

[1536] There was
the old boy ^{[⁁] butler} [^butler] too, in London I think, there's London again, I
cut his throat with his razor, [1537] that makes five. [1538] He ^[⁁]It[^It] seems to me
he had a name. [1539] Yes, what I need now is a touch of the unimagin-
able, coloured for preference, that would do me good. [1540] For thid^s
may well be my last journey, down the long familiar galleries,
with my little suns and moons that I hang aloft and my pockets