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[0208] I took off my hat and looked at it.
[0209] It is fastened, it has always been fastened, to my buttonhole, always the same buttonhole, at all seasons, by a long lace.
[0210] I am still alive then.
[0211] That may come in useful. [0212] The hand that had seized the hat and that held it still I thrust as far as possible from me and caused to come and go in an arc.
[0213] So doing, I watched the lapel of my greatcoat, and saw it open and close.
[0214] I understand now why I never wore a flower in my buttonhole, though it was large enough to hold a whole bunch.
[0215] My buttonhole was set aside for my hat. [0216] It was my hat that I belflowered.
[0217] But it is neither of my hat nor of my greatcoat that I hope to speak at present, it would be premature.
[0218] Doubtless I shall speak of them later, when the time comes to draw up the inventory of my goods and possessions.
[0219] Unless I lose them between now and then.
[0220] But even lost they will have their place, in the inventory of my possessions.
[0221] But I am easy in my mind, I shall not lose them.
[0222] Nor my crutches, I shall not lose my crutches either.
[0223] But I shall perhaps one day throw them away. [0224] I must have been on the top, or on the slopes, of some considerable eminence, for otherwise how could I have seen, so far away, so near at hand, so far beneath, so many things, fixed and moving.
[0225] But what was an eminence doing in this land with hardly a ripple?
[0226] And I, what was I doing there, and why come?
[0227] These are things that we shall try and discover.
[0228] But these are things we must not take seriously.
[0229] There is a little of everything, apparently, in nature and freaks are common.
[0230] And I am perhaps confusing several different occasions, and different times, at bottom, and the bottom is my abode, deep down, and deep down is my dwelling, oh not xxx deepest down,, somewhere between the mud and the scum. [0231] And
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[0231] perhaps it was A one day at one place, then B another at another, then a third the rock and I, and so on for the other components, the cows, the sky, the sea, the mountains.
[0232] I can't believe it.
[0233] No, I will not lie, I can easily conceive it.
[0234] No matter, no matter, let us go on, xxt as if all arose from one and the same weariness, accumulate, and cumulate, on and on hoarding, until there is no room, no light, for any more.
[0235] What is certain is that the man with the stick did not pass by again that night, because I would have heard him,if he had.
[0236] I don't say I would have seen him, I say I would have heard him.
[0237] I sleep little and that little in the daytime.
[0238] Oh not systematically, in my xxx life without end I have dabbled with every kind of sleep, but at the time now coming back to me I took my doze in the daytime and, what is more, in the morning.
[0239] Let me hear nothing of the moon, in my night there is no moon, and if it happens that I speak of the stars it's inadvertently.
[0240] Now of all the noises that night not one was of those heavy uncertain steps, or of that club with which ahe sometimes smote the earth until it quaked.
[0241] How agreeable it is to be confirmed, after a more or less long period of vacillation, in one's first impressions.
[0242] Perhaps that is what tempers the pangs of death.
[0243] Not that I was so conclusively, I mean confirmed, in my first impressions with regard to — wait — B. C.
[0244] For the wagons and carts which a little before dawn went thundering by, on their way to market with fruit, eggs, butter and perhaps cheese, in one of these perhaps he would have been found, overcome by fatigue or by discouragement, perhaps even dead.
[0245] Or he might have gone gback to the town by another way too far away for me to hear its sounds, or by little paths through the fields, crushing
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[0245] the silent grass, pounding the silent ground.
[0246] And so at last I came to the end out of that distant night, divided between the murmurs of my little world, its dutiful confusions, and those so different (so different?) of all that between two suns abides and passes away.[⌟]
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[0247] Never once a human voice.
[0248] But the cows, when the peasants passed, crying in vain to be milked.
[0249] A and B C I never
saw again.
[0250] But perhaps I shall see them again.
[0251] But shall I be able to recognize them? [0252] And am I sure I never saw them again?
[0253] And what do I mean by seeing and seeing again?
[0254] An instant of silence, as when the conductor taps on his stand, raises his arms, before the unanswerable clamour.
[0255] Smoke, sticks, flesh, hair, at evening, afar, flung about the craving for a fellow.
[0256] I know how to summon these rags to cover my shame.
[0257] I wonder what that means.
[0258] But I shall not always be in need.
[0259] But talking of the craving for a fellow let me observe that [Start here] having waked gbetween eleven o'clock and midday (I heard the angelus, recalling the incarnation, shortly after) I resolved to go and see my mother.
[0260] I needed, before I could resolve to go and see that woman, reasons of an urgent nature, and with such reasons, since I did not know what to do, or where to go, it was child's play for me, the play of an only child, to fill my mind until it was rid of all other preoccupation and I seized with a trembling at the mere idea of being hindered from going there, I mean to my mother, there and then.
[0261] So I got up, adjusted my crutches and went down to the road, where I found my bicycle (I didn't know I had one) in the same place I must have left it.
[0262] Which enables me to remark that, crippled though I was, I was no mean cyclist, at that period.
[0263] This is how I went about it.
[0264] I
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[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 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 down off the bicycle, I remained astride it,
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[0281] my feet on the ground, my arms on the handle-bars, my head on my arms, and I waited until I felt better.
[0282] But before I leafve this earthly paradise, suspended between the mountains and the sea, sheltered from certain winds and exposed to all that Auster vents, in the way of scents and langours, on this accursed country, it would ill become me not to mention the awful cries of the corncrakes that run in the corn, in the meadows, all the short summer night long dinning their rattles.
[0283] And this enables me, what is more, to know when that unreal journey began, the second last but one of a form fading among fading forms, and which I here declare without further ado to have begun in the second or third week of June, at the moment that is to say most painful of all when over what is called our hemisphere the sun is at its pitilessmost and the arctic radiance comes pissing on our midnights.
[0284] It is then the corncrakes are heard.
[0285] My mother never refused to see me, that is she never refused to receive me, for it was many a long day since she had seen anything at all. [0286] I shall try and speak calmly. [0287] We were so old, she and I, she had had me so young, that we were like a couple of old cronies, sexless, unrelated, with the same memories, the same rancours, the same expectations.
[0288] She never called me son, fortunately, I couldn't have borne it, but Dan, I don't know why, my name is not Dan.
[0289] Dan was my father's name perhaps, yes, perhaps she took me for my father.
[0290] I took her for my mother and she took me for my father.
[0291] Dan, you remember the day I rescued saved the swallow.
[0292] Dan, you remember the day you buried the ring.
[0294] I remembered, I remembered, I mean I knew more or less what she was talking about, and if I hadn't always taken part