
[0456] is Molloy, said the sergeant.
[0457] Yes, I said, now I remember.
[0458] And
your mother? said the sergeant.
[0459] I didn't follow.
[0460] Is your mother's
nem name Molloy too? said the sergeant.
[0467] I thought it over.
[0468] Your
mother, said the sergeant, is your mother's —
[0469] Let me think! I
cried.
[0470] At least I imagine how that's how it was.
[0471] Take your time,
said the sergeant.
[0472] Was mother's name Molloy? [0473] Very likely. [0474] Her
name must be Molloy too, I said.
[0475] They took me away, to the guard-
room I suppose, and there I was told to sit down.
[0476] I must have tried
to explain.
[0477] I won't go into it.
[0478] I obtained permission, if not to
lie down on a bench, at least to remain standing, propped against
the wall.
[0479] The room was dark and full of people hastening to and
fro, malefactors, policemaeen, lawyers, priests and journalists I
suppose.
[0480] All that made a dark, dark forms crowding in a dark place.
[0481] They paid no attention to me and I repaid the compliment.
[0482] Then
how could I know they owere paying no attention to me, and how could
I repay the compliment, since they were paying no attention to me?
[0483] I don't know.
[0484] I knew it and I did it, that's all I know.
[0485] But
suddenly a woman rose up before me, a big fat woman dressed in
black, or rather in mauve.
[0486] I still wonder today if it wasn't the
social worker.
[0487] She was holding out to me, on an odd saucer, a
mug full of a greyish conconcction which must have been green tea
with saccharine and powdered milk.
[0488] Nor was that all, for between
mug and saucer a thick slab of dry bread was precariously lodged,
so that I began to say, in a kind of anguish, It's going to fall,
it's going to fall, as if it mattered whether it fell or not.
[0489] A
moment later I myself was holding, in my trembling hands, this little
pile of tottering disparates, in which the hard, the liquid and the
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