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[1606] like, I still had one bad leg and one good, or rather less bad, with this difference however, that the less bad now was the less good of heretofore. [1607] It was therefore onth on the old bad leg that I often longed to lean, between one crutchstroke and the next. [1608] For while still extremely sensitive, yet it was less so than the other, or it was equally so, if you like, but it did not seem so, to me, because of its seniority.
[1609] But I couldn't! [1610] What? [1611] Lean on it. [1612] For it was shortening, don't forget, whereas the other, though stiffening, was not yet shortening, or so far behind its fellow that to all intents and purposes, intents and purposes, I'm lost, who cares. [1613] If I could even have bent it, at the knee, or even at the hip, I could have made it seem as short as the other, long enough to land on the true short one, before taking off again. [1614] But I couldn't.
[1615] What? [1616] Bend it. [1617] For how could I bend it, when it was stiff? [1618] I was therefore d [place = overwritten] compelled to work the same old leg as heretofore, in spite of its having become, on the sensory level at least, the worse of the two and the more in need of nursing. [1619] Sometimes to be sure, when I was lucky enough to chance on a road conveniently cambered, or by taking advantage of a not too deep ditch or any other breach of surface, I managed to lengthen my short leg, for a short time.
[1620] But it had done no work for so long that it did not know how to go about it. [1621] And I think a pile of dishes would have better supported me than it, which had so well supported me, when I was a tiny tot. [1622] And another factor of disequilibrium was here involg [place = overwritten] ved, I mean whether m when I thus made the best of the lie of the land, I mean my crutches, which I would have needed one short and one long if I was to remain vertical. [1623] No? [1624] I don't know.
[1625] In any case the ways I went f [place = overwritten] were for the most part little forest paths, that's understandable, where differences of level, though abounding, were too confused and too erratic to be of any help to me. [1626] But did it make such a difference after all, as far as the pain was concerned, whether my leg
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[1626] was free to rest or whether it had to work? [1627] I think not. [1628] For the suffering of the leg at rest was constant and monotonour [place = overwritten] s. [1629] Whereas the leg condemned to the increase of pain inflicted by work knew the decrease of pain bestowed by work suspended, the space of an instant.
[1630] But I am human, I think, and my progress suffered, from this state of things, and from the slow and painful progress it had always been, whatever may have been said to the contrary, was changed, saving your presence, to a veritable calvary, without limit to its stations nor hope of crucifixion, though I say it myself, and no Simon, and reduced me to frequent halts. [1631] Yes, my progress reduced me to stopping more and more often, it was the only way to progress, to stop.
[1632] And though it is no part of my tottering intentions to treat in full, as they deserve, these brief i [place = overwritten] moments of the immemorial expiation, I shall nevertheless deal with them briefly, out of the goodness of my heart, so that my story, so clear till now, may not end in darkness, the darkness of these towering forests, these giant leaves, where I H [place = overwritten] hobble, listen, fall, rise, listen and hobble on, wondering sometimes, need I say, if I shall ever see again the hated light, at least unloved, stretched palely between the last boles, and my mother, to settle matters, and if I would not do better, at least just as well, to hang myself from a bough, with a liane.
[1633] For frankly light meant nothing to me now, and my mother w [place = overwritten] could scarcely be waiting for me still, after so long. [1634] And my leg, my legs. [1635] But the thought of suicide had little hold on me, I don't know why, I thought I did, but I see I don't. [1636] The idea of strangulation in particular, however tempting, I always overcame, after a short struggle.
[1637] And between you and me, there was never anything wrong with my respiratory tracts, aa [place = overwritten] part of course from the agonies inseperable from the system. [1638] Yes, I could count the days, when I could not breathe in the air with its vaunted oxygen, nor, when I
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[1638] had breathed it in, breathe it out, I could have counted them.
[1639] Ah yes, my asthma, how often I was tempted to put an end to it, by cutting my throat.
[1640] But I never succumbed.
[1641] The nos [place = overwritten] ise betrayed me, I turned purpo [place = overwritten] le. [1642] It came on mostly at night, for better or for worse, I could never make up my mind.
[1643] For if sudden changes of colour matter less at night, the least unusual noise is then more noticeable, because of the silence of the night.
[1644] But these were mere crises, and what are crises compared to all that never stops, knows neither ebb nor flow, with its leaden surff [place = overwritten] ace above infernal depths.
[1645] Not a word, not a word against the crises that seized me, wrung me, and finally threw me away, mercifully, safe from help.
[1646] And I wrapped my head in my coat, to stifle the obscene noise of choking, or I disguised it with a fit of coughing, universally accepted and approved and whose only disadvantage is that it risks provoking pity.
[1647] And this is perhaps the moment oto observe, better late than never, that when I speak of my progress being slowed down, consequent on the defle defection of my good leg, I express only an infinitesimal part of the truth.
[1648] For the truth is, I had the other weak points, here and there, and they too were growing weaker and weaker, as was only to be expected. [1649] But what was not to be expected was the speed at which their weakness increased, since my departure from the seaside.
[1650] For as long as I had remained at the seaside my weak points, while admittedly increasing in weakness, as was only to be expecj [place = overwritten] ted, only increased imperceptibly, in weakness I mean.
[1651] So that I would have hesitated to assert, with my fingers in my arse-hole for example, Jesus, it's much worse than yesterday, it's hard to believe it's the same hole.
[1652] I apologise for having to revert to this shameless orifice, tis my muse will have it so.
[1653] Perhaps it is less to be thought of as the blemish here called by its name than as the symbol of those passed over in silence, a distinction due perhaps to its centrality and its air of being a link between me and the other
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[1653] excrement.
[1654] We underestimate this little hole, it seems to me, we call it the arse-hole and affect to despise it.
[1655] But is it not rather the true portal of our being, and the celebrated mouth no more than a tradesmen's entrance.
[1656] Nothing goes in, or so little, that is not rejected on the spot, or very nearly.
[1657] Almost everything revolts it that comes from without and what comes from within does nt [place = overwritten] ot seem to receive a very warm welcome either.
[1658] Are not these significant facts.
[1659] Time will tell.
[1660] But I shall do my utmost nonetheless to keep it in the background, in the future.
[1661] And that will be easy, for the future is by no means uncertain,the unspeakable future.
[1662] And when it comes to neglecting essentials, I think I have nothing to learn, and indeed I confuse them with phenomena. [1663] But to return to my weak points, let me say again that at the seaside they had developed normally, yes, I had noticee [place = overwritten] d nothing abnormal.
[1664] Either because I didn't pay enough attention to them, absorg [place = overwritten] bed as I was in the metamorphosis of my excellent leg, or because there was in fact nothing special to report, in this connection.
[1665] But I had hardly left the shore, harried by the dread of waking one fine day, far from my mother, with my two legs as stiff as my crutches, when they suddenlybeg began to gallop, my weak points did, and their weakness became literally the weakness of death, with all the disadvantages that this entails, when they are not vital points.
[1666] I fix at this period the dastardly desertion of my toes, so to speak in the thick of the fray.
[1667] You may object that this is covered by the business of my legs, that it has no importance, since in any case I could not put to the ground the foot in question. [1668] I agree.
[1669] But do you as much as know what foot we're talking about?
[1670] No. [1671] Nor I.
[1672] Wait till I think. [1673] But you are right, that wasn't a weak point properly speaking, I mean my toes, I thought they were in excellent trim, apart from a few corns, bunions, ingrowing toe-nails and a tendency to cramp.
[1674] No, my true weak points were elsewhere.
[1675] And if I do not draw up
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[1675] here and now the impressive list of them it is because I shall never draw it up.
[1676] No, I shall never draw it up, yes, perhaps I shall.
[1677] And then I should be sorry to give a wrong idea of my health which, if it was not exactly rude, to the extent of my bursting with it, was at bottom of an incredible robustness.
[1678] For otherwise how could I have reached the enormous age I have reached.
[1679] Thanks to moral qualities?
[1680] Hygienic habits?
[1681] Fresh air?
[1682] Undernourishment?
[1683] Lack of sleep?
[1684] Solitude?
[1685] Persecution? [1686] The long silent screams (dangerous to scream)?
[1687] The daily longing for the earth to swallow me up?
[1688] Come come.
[1689] Fate is rancorous, but not to that extent.
[1690] Look at Mama.
[1691] What rid me of her, in the end.
[1692] I sometimes wonder.
[1693] Perhaps they buried her alive, it wouldn't surprise me.
[1694] Ah the bitch, a nice dose she gave me, she and her lousy unconquerable genes.
[1695] Bristling with pimples ever since I was a baby, a fat lot of good that did me.
[1696] The heart beats, and what a beat.
[1697] That my ureters — no, not a word on that subject.
[1698] And the capsules.
[1699] And the bladder.
[1700] And the urethra.
[1701] And the glans.
[1702] Santa Maria.
[1703] I give you my word, I can't piss, my word of honour.
[1704] But my prepuce, sat b [place = overwritten] verbum, oozes urine, day and night, at least I think it's urine, it smells of kidney.
[1705] What's all this, I thought I had lost the sense of smell.
[1706] Can one speak of pissing, under these conditions?
[1707] Rubbish!
[1708] My sweat too, and I sweat all the time, has a queer smell.
[1709] I think it's in my dribble as well, and God knows I dribble.
[1710] How I eliminate, to be sure, uremia will never be the death of me.
[1711] Me too they would bury alive, in despair, if there was any justice in the world.
[1712] And this list of my weak points which I shall never make, for fear of being polished off, I shall perhaps, one day, when the time comes for the inventory of my goods and chattels. [1713] For that day, if it ever dawns, I shall be less afraid, of being polished off, than I am today.
[1714] For today, if I do not feel precisely at the beginning of my career, I have not the presumption either to think I