
[0576] In the ditch the grass was thick and high, I took
off my hat and pressed about my face the long leafy stalks.
[0577] Then
I smelt the earth, the smell of the earth was in the grass, that
my hands wove round my face till I was blinded.
[0578] I ate a little too.
[0579] It came back to my mind, from nowhere, as a moment before my name,
that I had set out to see my mother, at the beginning of this
ending day.
[0580] My reasons?
[0581] I had forgotten them.
[0582] But I knew what
they were, I must have known what they were, I had only to find
them again and I would sweep, with the clipped wings of necessity,
to my mother.
[0583] Yes, it's all easy when you know why, a mere matter
of magic.
[0584] Yes, the whole thing is to know what saint to implore,
any fool can implore him.
[0585] For the particulars, if you are interest-
-ed in particulars, there is no need to despair, you may knock upon
the right door, in the right way, in the end.
[0586] It's for the whole
there seems to be no remedy [place = supralinear] spell..
[0587] Perhaps there is no whole, before
you're dead.
[0588] An opiate for the life of the dead, that should be
easy.
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