
[0444] I took
advantage of the silence which followed these kind words to turn
towards the window, blindly or nearly, for I had closed my eyes,
proffering to that blandness of blue and gold my face and neck
alone, and my mind empty too, or nearly, for I must have been
wondering if I did not feel like sitting down, after such a long
time standing, and remembering what I had learnt in that connection,
[0444] namely that the sitting posture was not for me any more, because
of my short stiff leg, and that there were only two postures for
me, the vertical, drooping between my crutches, sleeping on my feet,
and the hori[x]zontal, down on the ground.
[0445] And yet the desire to sit
down came upon me from time to time, came back upon me from a
vanished world.
[0446] And I did not always resist i[,]t, forewarned though
I was.
[0447] Yes, my mind felt it surely, this tiny sediment,
incomprehensibly stirring like grit at the bottom of a puddle,
while on my face and great big Adam's apple the air of summer
weighed and the splendid summer sky.
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[0448] And suddenly I remembered
my name, Molloy.
[0453] Molloy, I cried, my name
is Molloy.
[0454] Is that your mother's name, said the sergeant. [0455] What?
I said.
[0456] Your name is Molloy, said the sergeant.
[0457] Yes, I said, now
I remember.
[0458] And your mother? said the sergeant.
[0459] I didn't follow.
[0460] Is your mother's name Molloy too? said the sergeant. [0467] I thought it
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