
[0264] fastened my crutches to the cross-bar, one on either side, I
propped the foot of my stiff leg (I forget which, now they're
both stiff) on the projecting front axle, and I pedalled with
the other.
[0265] It was a chainless bicycle, with a free-wheel, if
such a bicycle exists.
[0266] Dear bicycle, I shall not call you
bike, you were green, like so many bicycles of your generation,
I don't know why.
[0267] It is a pleasure to meet it again.
[0268] To describe
it in detail would be a pleasure.
[0269] It had a little [place = supralinear] red horn instead
of the bell fashionable in your days.
[0270] To blow this horn was
for me a real pleasure, almost a vice.
[0271] I will go further and
declare that if I were obliged to record, in a roll of honour,
those activities which in the course of my interminable existence
have given me only a mild pain in the balls, the act of blowing
of a rubber horn would figure there among the first.
[0272] And when I
had to part from my bicycle I took off the horn and kept it
about me.
[0273] I believe I still have it, somewhere, and if I use
it no more, it is because it has gone dumb.
[0274] Even motor-cars
have no horns today, as I understand the thing, or rarely.
[0275] When
I see one, through the lowered window of a stationary car, I often
stop and blow it. [0276] This should all be re-written in the pluperfect.
[0277] What a rest to speak of bicycles and horns.
[0278] Unfortunately it is
not of them I have to speak, but of her who brought me into the
world, through the hole in her arse if my memory is correct.
[0279] First taste of the shit.
[0280] So I shall only add that every hundred
yards or so I stopped to rest my legs, the good one as well as
the bad, and not only my legs, not only my legs. [0281] I didn't
properly speaking get [place = supralinear] down off the bicycle, I remained astride it,
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