
[0353] her, I don't diffuse the perfumes of Araby myself. [0354] [[]Shall I describe
the room? [0355] No. [0356] I shall have occasion to do so later perhaps. [0357] When
I seek refuge there, bet, all shame drunk, my prick in my rectum, [?]
who knows.? [0358] Good. [0359] Now that we know where we're going, let's go
there. [0360] It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early
stages. [0361] It almost rids you of the wish to go there. [0362] I was
distraught, who am so seldom distraught, (from what should I be
distraught,?) and as to my motions even more uncertain than usual.[]]
[0363] [[]The night must have tired me, at least weakened me, and the sun,
hoisting itself higher and higher in the east, had poisoned me,
while I slept. [0364] I ought to have put the bulk of the rock between
it and me before closing my eyes. [0365] I confuse east and west, the
poles too, I invert them readily. [0366] I was out of sorts. [0367] They are
deep, my sorts, a deep ditch, and I am not often out of them. [0368] That's
why I mention it.
[0369] Nevertheless, I covered several miles and found
myself under the ramparts. [0370] There I dismounted in compliance with
the regulations. [0371] Yes, on entering and leaving town the police
compel cyclists to dismount, cars to go into bottom gear, and
horsedrawn vehicles to slow down to a walk.
[0372] The reason for this
regulation is I think this, that the ways into and of course the
ways out of this town are narrow and darkened by enormous vaults,
without exception. [0373] It is a good rule, and I observe it meticulous-
ly, in spite of the difficulty I have in advancing on my crutches and
pushing my bicycle at the same time. [0374] I managed somehow.
[0375] Being
ingenious. [0376] Thus we cleared these difficult straits, my bicycle
and I, together. [0377] But a little further on I heard myself hailed.
[0378] I raised my head and saw a policeman. [0379] Elliptically speaking, for
it was only later, by way of induction, or of deduction, I forget
which, that I knew what it was. [0380] What are you doing there? he
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