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[0082] It must have had enough. [0083] So that you say, I'll manage this time,
then perhaps once more, then perhaps a last time, then nothing
more. [0084] You are hard set to formulate this thought, for it is one,
in a sense. [0085] Then you try to pay atteⁿtion, to consider with
attention all those dim things, ^saying to yourself, laboriously,
It's my fault. [0086] Fault? [0087] That was the word. [0088] But what fault? [0089] It's
not goodbye, and what magic in those dim things to which it will
be time enough, when next they pass, to say goodbye.

[0090] For you must
say goodbye, it would be folly not to say goodbye, when the time
comes. [0091] If you think of the forms and light of other days it is
without regret. [0092] But you seldom think of them, with what would
you think of them? [0093] I don't know. [0094] People pass too, hard to
distinguish from yourself. [0095] That is discouraging. [0096] That's how I
sa^w A and B going slowly towards each other, unconscious of what
they were doing.

[0097] It was on a road remarkably bare, I mean without
hedges or ditches or any kind of border, in the country, for cows
were chewing in enormous fields, lying and standing, in the
evening silence. [0098] Perhaps I'm inventing a little, perhaps
embellishing, but on the whole that's how it was. [0099] They chew,
swallow, then after a short pause effortlessly bring up the next
mouthful. [0100] A neck muscle stirs and the jaws begin to grind again.

[0101] But perhaps I'm remembering things. [0102] The road, hard and white,
seared the tender pastures, rose and fell at the whim of hills
and hollows. [0103] The town wasn't far. [0104] It was two men, unmistakably,
one short and one tall. [0105] They had left the town, first one, then
the other, and the first, weary or remembering a duty, had