
[1887] blue because there is less green, but it is no less thick thanks to the
leaden winter sky.
[1888] Then something about the black dripping from the
black boughs, something in that line.
[1889] The black slush of leaves slowed
me down even more, [place = overwritten] .
[1890] But leaves or no leaves I would have abandoned walking [place = supralinear] [⁁]erect motion, that of man.
[1891] And I still remember the day when, flat on my
upright, the way men do
face by way of rest, in defiance of the rules, I suddenly cried, striking
my brow, Christ, there's crawling, I never thought of that. [place = overwritten] !
[1892] But could I
crawl, with my legs in such a state, and my trunk?
[1893] And my head.
[1894] But
before going [place = supralinear] [⁁]I go on, a word about the forest murmurs.
[1895] It was in vain I
listened, I could hear nothing of the kind.
[1896] But rather, with much good-
-will and a little imagination, at long intervals a distant gong.
[1897] A horn
goes well with the forest, you expect it.
[1898] It is the hunter [place = supralinear] [⁁]huntsman.
[1899] But a gong!
[1900] Even a tom-tom, at a pinch, would not have shocked me.
[1901] But a gong! [1902] It
was mortifying, to have been looking forward to the celebrated murmurs o [place = overwritten] if [place = inline] if
to nothing else, and to succeed only in hearih [place = overwritten] ng, at long intervals, in the
far distand [place = overwritten] ce, a gong.
[1903] For a moment I dared hope it was only my heart,
still beating.
[1904] But only for a moment.
[1905] For it does not beat, not my
heart, I'd have to refer you to hydraulics for the noise [place = supralinear] [⁁]squelch that old pump
makes.
[1906] To the leaves too I listened, before their fall, attentively in
vain.
[1907] They made no sound, motionless and rigid, like brass, have I said
that before?
[1908] So much for the forest murmurs.
[1909] From time to time I blew
my horn, through the cloth of my pocket.
[1910] Its hoot was fainter every time.
[1911] I had taken it off my bicycle.
[1912] When?
[1913] I don't know.
[1914] And now, let us
have done.
[1915] Flat on my belly, using my crutches like grapnels, I plunged
them ag [place = overwritten] head of me into the undergrowth, and when I felt they had a grip, [place = supralinear] [⁁]hold
I pulled myself forward, with an effort of the wrists. For my wrists
were still quite strong, fortunately, in spite of my decrepitude, though
all swollen and racked by a kind of chronic arthritis ro [place = overwritten] probably.
[1916] That then
briefly is how I went about it.
[1917] The advantage of this mode of locomotion
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