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[0894] mystery, deserted by magic, because devoid of mystery.
[0895] And if I do not go there gladly, I go perhaps more gladly than anywhere else, astonished and at peace, I nearly said as in a dream, but no, no.
[0896] But it is not the kind of place where you go, but where you find yourself, sometimes, not knowing how, and which you cannot leave at will, and where you find yourself without any pleasure, but with more perhaps than in those you can escape from, by making an effort, places full of mystery, full of the familiar mysteries.
[0897] I listen and the voice is of a world collapsing endlessly, a frozen world, under a faint untroubled sky, enough to see by, yes, and frozen too.
[0898] And I hear it murmur that all wilts and yields, as if loaded down, but here there are no loads, and the ground too, unfit for loads, and the light too, down towards an end it seems can never come.
[0899] For what possible end to these wastes where true light never was, nor any upright thing, nor any true foundation, but only these leaning things, forever lapsing and crumbling away, beneath a sky without memory of morning or hope of night.
[0900] These things, what things, come from where, made of what?
[0901] And it says that here nothing stirs, has never stirred, will never stir, except me, who do not stir either, when I am there, but see and am seen.
[0902] Yes, it's a world at an end, in spite of appearances, its end brought it forth, ending it began, is it clear enough?
[0903] And I too am at an end, when I am there, my eyes close, my sufferings cease and I end, I wither as the living can not.
[0904] And if I went on listening to that far whisper, silent long since and whicyh I still hear, I would learn still more, about this.
[0905] But I will listen no longer, for the time being, to that far whisprer, for I do not like it, I fear it.
[0906] But it is not a sound like the other sounds, that you listen to, when you choose, and you can sometimes silence, by going away or stopping your ears, no, but it is a sound which begins to rustle in your head, without your
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[0906] knowing how, or why.
[0907] It's with your head you hear it, not your ears, you can't stop it, but it stops itself, when it chooses.
[0908] It makes no difference therefore whether I listen to it or not, I shall hear it a always, no thunder can deliver me, until it stops.
[0909] But nothing compels me to speak of it, when it doesn't suit me.
[0910] And it doesn't suit me, at the moment.
[0911] No, what suits me, at the moment, is to be done with this business of the moon which was left unfinished, by me, for me.
[0912] And if I get done with it less successfully than if I had all my wits about me, I shall none the less get done with it, as best I can, at least I think so.
[0913] That moon then, all things considered, filled me suddenly with amaze, with surprise, if you prefer.
[0914] Yes, I was considering it, after my fashion, with indiffer4ence, seeing it againk, in a way, in my heqad, when a great fright came suddenly upon me.
[0915] And deeming this deserved to be looked into, I looked into it and quickly made the following discovery, among others, but I confine myself to the following, that this moon which had just sailed gallant and full past my window had appeared to me the night before, or the night before that, yes, more likely, all young and slender, on her back, a shaving.
[0916] And then I had said, Now I see, he has waited for the new moon before launching forth on unknown ways, leading south.
[0917] And then a little later, Perhaps I should go to mother tomorrow.
[0918] For all things hang together, by the operation of the Holy Ghost, as the saying is.
[0919] And if I failed to mention this detail in its proper place, it is because you cannot mention everything in its proper place, you must choose, between the things not worth mentioning and those even less so.
[0920] For if you set out to mention everything you would never have be done, and that's what counts, to have be done, to have done.
[0921] Oh I know, even when you mention only a few of the things there are, you do not get done either, I know, I know.
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[0922] But it's a change of muck. [0923] And if all muck is the same muck that doesn't matter, it's good to have a change of muck, to move from one heap to another a little further on, from time to time, fluttering you might say, like a butterfly, as if you were ephemeral. [0924] And if you are wrong, and you are wrong, I mean when you record circumstances better left unspoken, and leave unspoken others, rightly, if you like, but how shall I say, for no good reason, yes, rightly, but for no good reason, as for example that new moon, it is often in good faith, excellent faith. [0925] Had there then elapsed, between that night on the mountain, that night when I saw A and C and then made up my mind to go and see my mother, and this other night, more time than I had thought, namely fourteen full days, or nearly? [0926] And if so, what had happened to those fourteen days, or nearly, and where had they flown? [0927] And what possible chance was there of finding a place for them, no matter what their burden, in the so rigorous chain of events I had just undergone? [0928] Was it not wiser to suppose either that the moon seen two nights before, far from being new as I had thought, was on the eve of being full, or else that the moon seen from Lousse's house, far from being full, as it had appeared to me, was in fact merely entering on its first quarter, or else finally that here I had to do with two moons, as far from the new as from the full and so alike in outline that the naked eye could hardly tell between them, and that whatever was at variance with these hypotheses was so much smoke and delusion. [0929] It was at all events with the aid of these considerations that I grew calm again and was restored, in the face of nature's pranks, to my old ataraxy, for what it was worth. [0930] And it came back also to my mind, as sleep stole over it again, that my nights were moonless and the moon foreign, to my nights, so that I had never seen, drifting past the window, carrying me back to other nights, other
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[0930] moons, this moon I had just seen, I had forgotten who I was (excusably) and spoken of myself as I would have of another, if I had been compelled to speak of another.
[0931] Yes it sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger.
[0932] Then I see the sky different from what it is and the earth too takes on false colours.
[0933] It looks like rest, it is not, I vanish happy in that alien light, which must have once been mine, I am willing to believe it, then the anguish of return, I won't say where, I can't, to b[a]absence perhaps, you must return, that's all I know, it's misery to stay, misery to go.
[0934] The next day I demanded my clothes.
[0935] The valeyt went to find out.
[0936] He came back with the news they had been burnt.
[0937] I continued my inspection of the room.
[0938] It was at first sight a perfect cube.
[0939] Through the lofty window I saw boughs.
[0940] They rocked gently, but not all the time, shaken now and then by sudden spasms.
[0941] I noticed the chandelier was burning.
[0942] My clothes, I said, my crutches, [0943] forgetting my crutches were there, against the chair.
[0944] He left me alone again, leaving the door open,.
[0945] Through the door I saw a big window, bigger than the door which it overlapped entirely, and opaque.
[0946] The valet came back with the news my clothes had been sent to the dyers, to have the shine taken off.
[0947] He held my crutches, which should have seemed strange to me, but seemed natural to me, on the contrary.
[0948] I took hold of one and began to strike the furniture with it, not very hard, just hard enough to overturn them, without breaking them.
[0949] They were fewer than in the night.
[0950] To tell the truth I pushed them rather than struck them, I thrust at them, I lunged, and that is not pushing either, but it's more like pushing than striking.
[0951] But recalling who I was, I soon threw away my crutch and came to a standstill in the middle of the room, determined to stop asking for things, to stop pretnending to be angry.
[0952] For wanting my
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[0952] clothes, and I thought I wanted them, was no reason for pretending to be angry, when they were refused.
[0953] And alone once more I resumed my inspection of the room and was on the point of endowing it with other properties when the valet came back with the newsmmy clothes had been sent for and I would have them soon.
[0954] Then he began to striaighten the tables and chairs I had overturned and put them back into place, dusting them as he did so with a feather duster which suddenly appeared in his hand. [0955] And so I began to help him as best I could, by way of proving that I bore no grudge against anyone.
[0956] And though I could not do much, because of my stiff leg, yet I did what I could, that is to say I took each object as he straightened it and proceeded with excruciating meticulousness to restore it to ists proper place, stepping back with raised arms the better to assess the result and then springing forward to effect minute improvements.
[0957] And with the tail of my nightdress as with a duster I petulantly flicked them one by one. [0958] But of this little game too I soon wearied and suddenly stood stock still in the middle of the room. [0959] But seeing him ready to go I took a step forward and said, My bicycle. [0960] And I said it again, and again, the same words, until he appeared to understand.
[0961] I don't know to what race he belonged, he was so tiny and ageless, assuredly not to mine. [0962] He was an oriental perhaps, a vague oriental, a child of the Rising Sun. [0963] He wore white trousers, a white shirt and a yellow waistcoat, like a chamois he was, with brass buttons and sandals.
[0964] It is not often that I take cognizance so clearly of the clothes that people wear and I am happy to give you the benefit of it. [0965] The reason for that was perhaps this, that all morning the talk had been of clothes, of mine. [0966] And perhaps I had been saying, to myself, words to this effect, Look at him, peaceful in his own clothes, and look at me, floating about inside another man's nightdress, another woman's