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[0193] best not to talk about myself. [0194] In a moment I shall talk about the
cows, about the sky, if I can. [0195] There I am then, he leaves me, he's
in a hurry. [0196] He didn't seem to be in a hurry, he was loitering, I've
already said so, but after three minutes talking with me he is in
a hurry, he has to hurry. [0197] I believe him.

[0198] And once again I am I
will not say alone, no, that's not like me, but, how shall I say,
I don't know, reso^tored to myself, no, I never left myself, free,
yes, I don't know what that means but it's the word I tⁱntend to
use, free to do what, to do nothing, to know, but what, the laws
of the mind perhaps, of my mind, that for exap^mple water raⁱi^ses in

[0198] proportion as it drowns you and that you would do better, at least
no worse, to obliterar^te texts than to blacken margins, to fill in
the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole ga^hastly
business looks like what it is, senseless, speechless, issueless
misery.

[0199] So I x^doubtless did better, at least no worse, not to
disturb myself from my observation post. [0200] But^, instead of observing
I had the weakness to return in spirit to the other, the man with
the stick. [0201] Then the murmurs began again. [0202] To restore silence is
the role of objects.

[0203] I said, who knows if he hasn't simply come
out to take the air, relax, strech his legs, disinflame his brain
by stamping the blood down to his feet, so as to ensure himself a
good night, a joyous awakening, an enchanted morrow. [0204] Was he
r^cc^carrying as much as a scrip?

[0205] But this gait, the anxious looks, the
club, could these be reconciled with one's conception of what is
called a little turn. [0206] But the hat, a town hat, an old-fashioned
town hat, which the least wind would carry far w^aa^way. [0207] Unless it
was attached under the chin, by means of a string or an elastic,