
[0610] Did he take me for a black sheep
entangled in the brambles and was he waiting an order from his
master to drag me out?
[0611] I don't think so.
[0612] I don't smell like a
sheep, I wish I smelt like a sheep, or a puckaun [⁁]buck-goat.
[0613] When I wake I
see the first things quite clearly, the first things that offer,
and I understand them, when they are not too difficult.
[0614] Then in
my eyes and in my head a fine rain begins to fall, as from a rose,
[0615] highly important.
[0616] So I knew at once it was a shepherd and his dog
I had before me, above me rather, for they had not left the path.
[0617] And I identified the bleating too, without any trouble, the anxious
bleating of the sheep, missing the dog at their heels.
[0620] For even if he was going towards the town, what prevented
him from skirting it, or from leaving it again by another gate, on
his way to new pastures, and if he was going away from it that
meant nothing either, for slaughter-houses are not confined to towns,
no, they are everywhere, the country is full of them, every butcher
has his slaughter-house and the right to slaughter, according to his
needs lights.
[0621] But whether it was he didn't understand, or didn't want to
reply, he dindn't reply, but went on his way without a word, without
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