
[1366] in my mind that it was not an [⁁]object of virtu, but [⁁]that it had a specific
function always to be hidden from me.
[1367] I could therefore puzzle over it
endlessly [⁁]without the least risk.
[1368] For to know nothing is nothing, not to want
to know anything [⁁]likewise, but to be [⁁]beyond knowing anything, to know you
are [⁁]beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul
of the incurious seeker.
[1369] It is then the true division begins, of twenty-
-two by seven for example, and the pages fill with the true ciphers at
last.
[1370] But I would rather not affirm anything on this subject.
[1371] What does
seem undeniable to me on the contrary is [⁁]this, that giving in to the evidence,
to a very strong probability rather, I left the shelter of the doorway [⁁]and began
levering myself forward, swinging slowly through the sullen air.
[1372] There
is rapture, or there should be, in the motion crutches give.
[1373] [⁁]It is a
series of little flights, skimming the ground.
[1374] You take off, you land,
through the [⁁]thronging sound in wind and limb, who have to fasten one foot
to the ground before they dare lift up the other.
[1375] And even their most
joyous hastening is less aerial than my hobble.
[1376] But these are reasonings,
based on analysis.
[1377] And though my mind was still taken up with my mother,
and with the desire to know if I was near her, it was gradually less so,
perhaps because of the silver in my pockets, but I think not, and then
too because these were ancient cares and the mind cannot always brood
on the same cares, but needs fresh cares from time to time, so as to
revert with renewed vigour, when the time comes, to ancient cares.
[1378] But
can one speak here of fresh and ancient cares?
[1379] I think not.
[1380] But it
would be hard for me to prove it.
[1381] What I can assert, without fear of —
without fear, is that I gradually lost interest in knowing, among other
things, what town I was in and if I should soon find my mother and settle
the matter between us.
[1382] And even the nature of that matter grew dim, for
me, without however vanishing completely.
[1383] For it was no small matter
and I was bent on it.
[1384] All my life, I think, I had been bent on it.
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