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[0245] the silent grass, pounding the silent ground. [0246] And so at last
I came [to the end] ^out of that distant night, divided between the
murmurs of my little world, its dutiful confusions, and those
so different (so different?) of all that ^{between two suns} abides and passes away.[⌟]

[xxx] [0247] Never once a human voice. [0248] But the cows, when
the peasants passed, crying in vain to be milked. [0249] A and B ^C I never
saw again. [0250] But perhaps I shall see them again. [0251] But shall I be
able to recognize them? [0252] And am I sure I never saw them again?
[0253] And what do I mean by seeing and seeing again? [0254] An instant of
silence, as when the conductor taps on his stand, raises his arms,
before the unanswerable clamour.

[0255] Smoke, sticks, flesh, hair, at
evening, afar, flung about the craving for a fellow. [0256] I know how
to summon these rags to cover my shame. [0257] I wonder what that means.
[0258] But I shall not always be in need. [0259] But talking of the craving for
a fellow let me observe that ^{[Start here]} having waked g^between eleven o'clock
and midday (I heard the angelus, recalling the incarnation, shortly
after) I resolved to go and see my mother.

[0260] I needed, before I
could resolve to go and see that woman, reasons of an urgent nature,
and with such reasons, since I did not know what to do, or where to
go, it was child's play for me, the play of an only child, to fill
my mind until it was rid of all other preoccupation and I seized
with a trembling at the mere idea of being hindered from going there,
I mean to my mother, there and then.

[0261] So I got up, adjusted my
crutches and went down to the road, where I found my bicycle (I
didn't know I had one) in the same place I must have left it.
[0262] Which enables me to remark that, crippled though I was, I was no
mean cyclist, at that period. [0263] This is how I went about it. [0264] I