
[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, resotored 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 exapmple water raiises in
[0198] proportion as it drowns you and that you would do better, at least
no worse, to obliterarte texts than to blacken margins, to fill in
the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole gahastly
business looks like what it is, senseless, speechless, issueless
misery.
[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 waaway. [0207] Unless it
was attached under the chin, by means of a string or an elastic,
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