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[0511] If it is unlawful to be without papers, why did they not insist on my getting them.
[0512] Because that costs money and I had none?
[0513] But in that case could they not have appropriated my bicycle?
[0514] Probably not, without a court order. [0515] All that is incomprehensible.
[0516] What is certain is this, that I never rested in that way again, my feet obscenely resting on the earth, my arms on the handlebars and on my arms my head, rocking and abandoned.
[0517] It is indeed a deplorable sight, a deplorable example, for the people, who so need to be encouraged, in their bitter toil, and to have before their eyes manifestations of strength only, of courage and of joy, without which they might collapse, at the end of the day, and roll on the ground.
[0518] I have only to be told what good behaviour is, and I am well behaved, within the limits of my physical possibilities.
[0519] And so I have never ceased to improve, from this point of view, for I — — I used to be intelligent and quic,k.
[0520] And as far as good-will is concerned, I had it to overflowing, the exasperated good-will of the over-anxious. [0521] So that my repertory of permitteed attitudes has never ceased to grow, from my first steps until my last, executed last year.
[0522] And if I have always behaved like a pig, the fault lies not with me but with my superiors, who corrected me only on points of detail instead of showing me the essence of the system, after the manner of the great English schools, and the guiding principles of good manners and how to proceed, without going wrong, from the latter to the former, and how to trace back to its ultimate source a given comportment.
[0523] For that would have allowed me, before parading in public certqain habits such as the finger in the nose, the scratching of the balls, digital emunction and the peripatetic piss, to refer them to the first rules of a
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[0523] reasoned theory.
[0524] On this subject I had only negative and empirical notions, which means that I was in the dark, most of the time, and all the more completely as a lifetime of observations had left me doubting the possibility of systematic decorum, even within a limited area.
[0525] But it is only since I have ceased to live that I think of these things and the other things.
[0526] It is in the tranquillity of decomposition that I remember the long confused emotion which was my life, and that I judge it, as it is said that God will judge us, and with no less impertinaence.
[0527] To decompose is to live too, I know, I know, don't torment me, but one sometimes forgets.
[0528] And of that life too I shall tell you perhaps one day, the day when I know that when I thought I knew I was merely existing, and that passion without form or stations will have devoured me down to the rotting flesh itself, and that when I know that I know nothing, that I am merely only crying out as I have always cried out, more or less piercingly, more or less openly. [0529] Let me cry out then, it's said to be good for you.
[0530] Yes, let me cry out, this time, then another time perhaps, then perhaps a last time.
[0531] Cry out that the declining sun fell full on
the white wall of the barracks.
[0532] It was like being in China.
[0533] A confused shadow was cast. on it.
[0534] It was I and my bicycle. [0535] I began to play, gesticulating, waving my hat, moving my bicycle to and fro before me, blowing the horn, [0536] watching the wall.
[0537] They were watching me through the bars, I felt their eyes upon me.
[0538] The policeman on guard at the door told me to go away.
[0539] He needn't have, I was calm again.
[0540] The shadow in the end is no better than the substance. [0541] I asked the man to help me, to have pity on me.
[0542] He didn't understand.
[0543] I thought of the food I had refused.
[0544] I took a pebble from my pocket and sucked it.
[0545] It was smooth, from having been sucked so
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[0545] much long, by me, and beaten by the storm.
[0546] A little pebble in your mouth, round and smooth, appeases, soothes, makes you forget your hunger, forget your thirst.
[0547] The man came towards me, displeased by my slowness.
[0548] Him too they were watching, through the windows.
[0549] Somewhere someone laughed. [0550] Inside me too someone was laughing. [0551] I took my sick leg in my hands and passed it over the frame. [0552] I went.
[0553] I had forgotten where I was going.
[0554] I stopped to think.
[0555] It is difficult to think riding, for me.
[0556] When I try to and think riding I lose my balance and fall.
[0557] I speak in the present tense, it is so easy to speak in the present tense, when speaking of the past.
[0558] It is the mythological present, don't pay any heeed to it.
[0559] I was already settling in my raglimp stasis when I remembered that it wasn't done.
[0560] I went on my way, that way of which I knew nothing, qua way, which was nothing more than a surface, bright or dark, smooth or rough, and always dear to m,e, in spite of all, and the dear sound of that which goes and is gone, with a brief dust, when the weather is dry.
[0561] There I am then, before I knew I had left the town, on the canal-bank.
[0562] The canal goes through the town, I know I know, there are even two.
[0563] But then these hedges, these fields? [0564] Don't torment yourself Molloy. [0565] Suddenly I see, it was my right leg, the stiff one, then.
[0566] Toiling towards me along the tow-path I saw a team of little grey donkeys, on the other bank, and I heard angry cries and dull blows.
[0566|001] I got down.
[0567] I put my foot to the ground the better to see the approaching barge, so gently approaching that the water was unruffled.
[0568] It was a cargo of nails and timber, on its way to some carpenter I suppose.
[0569] My eyes caught a donkey's eyes, they fell to his little feet, their brave
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[0569] fastidious tread.
[0570] The boatman rested his elbow on his knee, his head on his hand.
[0571] Every three or four puffs, without taking his pipe from his mouth, he spat into the water.
[0572] The horizon was burning with sulphur and phosphorous, it was there I was bound.
[0573] At last I got down, hobbled down to the ditch and lay down, beside my bicycle.
[0574] I lay at full stretch, with outspread arms. [0575] The white hawthorn stooped towards me, unfortunately I don't like the smell of hawthorn.
[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 interested 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 spell..
[0587] Perhaps there is no whole, before you're dead.
[0588] An opiate for the life of the dead, that should be easy.
[0589] What am I waiting for then, to exorcise mine?
[0590] It's coming, it's coming. I hear from here the howl resolving all, even if it is not mine.
[0591] Meanwhile, there's no use knowing you are gone, you are not, you are writhing yet, the hair is growing, the nails are
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[0591] growing, the entrails ecmptying, all the morticians are dead.
[0592] Someone has drawn the blinds, you perhaps.
[0593] Not the faintest sound.
[0594] Where are the famous flies?
[0595] Yes, there is no denying it, any longer, it is not you who are dead, but all the others.
[0596] So you get up and go to your mother, who thinks she is alive.
[0597] That's my impression.
[0598] But now I'm going to have to get out of this ditch. [0599] How willingly I would vanish there, sinking deeper and deeper under the rains.
[0600] No doubt I'll come back some day, here, or to a similar slough, I [⁁]can trust my feet for that, as no doubt some day I'll meet again the sergeant and his merry men.
[0601] And if, too changed to know it is they, I do not say it is they, do not be deceived, it will be they, though changed.
[0602] For to define conjure up[⁁] a being, a place, I nearly said an hour, but I don't want to hurt anybody's would not hurt anyone's feelings, and then to use them no more, that would be, how shall I say, I don't know.
[0603] Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition.
[0604] That night was not like the other night, if it had been I would have known.
[0605] For when I try and think of that night, on the canal-bank, I find nothing, no night properly speaking, nothing but Molloy in the ditch, and perfect silence, and behind my closed lids the little night and its little lights, faint at first, then flaming and extinguished, now ravening, now fed, as fire by filth and martyrs.
[0606] I saxy that night, but there was more than one perhaps.
[0607] The lie, the lie, to lying thought.
[0608] But I find the morning, a morning, and the sun already high, and the little sleep I had then, according to my custom, and space with