
[1733] said about it, is insufficient to account for it.
[1734] Simple supposition,
committing me to nothing.
[1735] But I was saying that if my progress, at this
stage, was becoming more and more slow and painful, it this was not due solely
because of [⁁]to my legs, but also because of [⁁]to innumerable so-called weak points,
having nothing to do with my legs.
[1736] Unless one is to suppose, gratuitously,
that they and my legs were part of the same syndrome, which in that case
would have been of a diabolical complexity.
[1737] The fact is, and I deplore
it, but it is too late now to do anything about it, that I have laid
too much stress on my legs, throughout these wanderings, to the detriment
of the rest.
[1738] For I wasn't a common [⁁]was no ordinary cripple, far from it, and there were
days when my legs were the best part of me, with the exception of the
brain capable of forming such a judgement.
[1739] I was therefore obliged to
stop more and more often, I shall never weary of repeating it, and to
lie down, in defiance of the rules, now prone, now supine, now on one
side, now on the other, and as often [⁁]much as possible with the feet higher than the
head, to dislodge the clots.
[1740] And to lie with the feet higher than the
head, when your legs are stiff, is no easy matter.
[1741] But don't worry,
I succeeded [⁁]did it.
[1742] When my comfort was at stake there was no trouble I
wouldn't take [⁁]would not go to.
[1743] The forest was all about me and the boughs, twining
together at a prodigious height, compared to mine, sheltered me from
the light and the elements.
[1744] Some days I advanced no more than thirty
or forty paces, I give you my oath.
[1745] To say that I stumbled in
impenetrable darkness, no, I cannot.
[1746] I stumbled, but the darkness was
not impenetrable.
[1747] Fore there reigned a kind of blue gloom, more than
sufficient for my visual needs.
[1748] I was astonished this gloom was not
green, rather than blue, but I saw it blue and perhaps it was.
[1749] The red
of the sun, mingling with the green of the leaves, gave a blue result,
that is how I reasonaed.
[1750] But from time to time.
[1751] From time to time.
[1752] What tenderness in these little words, what savagery.
[1753] But from time
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