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[0952] clothes, and I thought I wanted them, was no reason for pretending to be angry, when they were refused.
[0953] And alone once more I resumed my inspection of the room and was on the point of endowing it with other properties when the valet came back with the newsmmy clothes had been sent for and I would have them soon.
[0954] Then he began to striaighten the tables and chairs I had overturned and to put them back into place, dusting them as he did so with a feather duster which suddenly appeared in his hand.
[0955] And so I began to help him as best I could, by way of proving that I bore no grudge against anyone.
[0956] And though I could not do much, because of my stiff leg, yet I did what I could, that is to say I took each object as he straightened it and proceeded with excruciating meticulousness to restore it to ists proper place, stepping back with raised arms the better to assess the result and then springing forward to effect minute improvements.
[0957] And with the tail of my nightdress as with a duster I petulantly flicked them one by one.
[0958] But of this little game too I soon wearied and suddenly stood stock still in the middle of the room.
[0959] But seeing him ready to go I took a step forward and said, My bicycle.
[0960] And I said it again, and again, the same words, until he appeared to understand.
[0961] I don't know to what race he belonged, he was so tiny and ageless, assuredly not to mine.
[0962] He was an oriental perhaps, a vague oriental, a child of the Rising Sun.
[0963] He wore white trousers, a white shirt and a yellow waistcoat, like a chamois he was, with brass buttons and sandals.
[0964] It is not often that I take cognizance so clearly of the clothes that people wear and I am happy to give you the benefit of it.
[0965] The reason for that was perhaps this, that all morning the talk had been of clothes, of mine.
[0966] And perhaps I had been saying, to myself, words to this effect, Look at him, peaceful in his own clothes, and look at me, floating about inside another man's nightdress, another woman's
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[0966] probably, for it was pink and transparent and adorned with ribands and frills and lace.
[0967] Whereas the room, I saw the room but darkly, at each fresh inspection it seemed changed, and that is known as seeing darkly, in the present state of our knowledge.
[0968] The boughs themselves seemed to shift, as though endowed with an orbital velocity of their own, and in the big frosted window the door was no longer inscribed, but had slightly shifted to the right, or to the left, I forget, so that there now appeared within its frame a panel of white wall, on which I succeeded in casting faint shadows whemn I moved.
[0969] But that there were natural causes to all these things I am willing to concede, for the resources of nature are infinite apparently.
[0970] It was I who was not natural enough to enter into that order of things, and appreciate its subtleties [⁁]niceties.
[0971] But I was used to seeing the sun rise in the south, used to not knowing where I was going, what I was leaving, what was going with me, all things turning and twisting confusedly about me.
[0972] It is difficult, is it not, to go to one's mother with things in such a state, more difficult than to the Lousses of this world, or to its police-tstations, or to the other places that are waiting for me, I know.
[0973] But the valet having brought my clothes, in a paper which he unwrapped in front of me, I saw that my hat was not among them, so that I said, My hat.
[0974] And when he finally understood what I wanted he went away and came back a little later with my hat.
[0975] Nothing was missing then except the lace to fasten my hat to my buttonhole, but that was something I could not hope to make him understand, and so I did not mention it.
[0976] An old lace, you can always find an old lace, no lace lasts for ever, the way clothes can [⁁]do, real clothes.
[0977] As for the bicycle, I had hopes that it was waiting for me somewhere below stairs, perhaps even before the front door, ready to carry me away from these horrible scenes.
[0978] And I did not see what good it would do to ask for it again,
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[0978] to submit him and myself to this fresh ordeal, when it could be avoided.
[0979] These considerations crossed my mind with a certain rapidity.
[0980] Now with regard to the pockets, four in all, of my clothes, I verified their contents in front of the valet,[₰] and discovered that certain things ewere missing.
[0981] My sucking-stone in particular was no longer there. [0982] But sucking-stones abound on our beaches, when you know where to look for them, and I deemed it wiser to say nothing about it, all the more so as he would have been capable, after an hour's argument, of going and fetching me from athe garden a completely unsuckable stone.
[0983] This was a decision too which I took almost instantaneously.
[0984] But of the other objects which had disappeared why speak, since I did not know wexactly what they were.
[0985] And perhaps they had been taken from me at the police station, without my knowing it, or scattered and lost, when I fell, or at some other time, or thrown away, for I would sometimes throw away all I had about me, in a burst of irritation.
[0986] So why speak of them.?
[0987] I resolved nevertheless to declare loudly that a knife was missing, a noble knife, and I did so to such effect that I soon received a very fine vegetable knife, so-called stainless, but it didn't take me long to stain it, and which opened and shut into the bargain, unlike all the vegetable knifves I had ever known, and which had a safety catch, highly dangerous as soon appeared and the cause of innumerable cuts, all over my fingers caught between the handle of so-called genuine Irish horn and the blade red with rust and so blunted that it was less a matter of cuts than of contusions.
[0988] And if I deal at such length with this knife it is because I have it somewhere still I think, among my possessions, and because having dealt with it here at such length I shall not have to deal with it again, when the time moment comes, if it ever comes, to draw up the list of my possessions, and that will be a relievf, a welcome relief, when that
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[0988] moment comes, I know.
[0989] For it is natural I should dilate at lesser length on what I lost than on what I could not lose, that goes without saying.
[0990] And if I do not always appear to observe this principle it is because it escapes me, from time to time, and vanishes, as utterly as if I had never educed it.
[0991] Mad words, not matter. [0992] For I no longer know what I am doing, nor why, those are things I understand less and less, I don't deny it, for why deny it, and to whom, to you, to whom nothing is denied?
[0993] And then doing fills me with such a, I don't know, impossible to express, for me, now, after so long, yes, that I don't stop to enquire in virtue of what principle.
[0994] And all the less so as whatever I do, that is to say whatever I say, it will always as it were be the same thing, yes, as it were.
[0995] And if I speak of principles, when there are none, I can't help it,
[0996] there must be some somewhere.
[0997] And if always doing the same thing as it were is not the same as observing the same principle, I can't help it either.
[0998] And then how can you know whether you are observing it or not?
[0999] And how can you want to know? [1000] No, all that is not worth while, not worth while bothering about, and yet you do bother about it, your sense of values gone.
[1001] And the things that are worth while you do not bother about, you let them be, for the same reason, or wisely, knowing that all these questions of worth and value have nothing to do with you, who don't know what you're doing, nor why, and must go on not knowing it, on pain of, I wonder what, yes, I wonder.
[1002] For anything worse than what I do, without knowing what, or why, I have never been able to conceive, and that doesn't surprise me, for I never tried.
[1003] For had I been able to conceive something worse than what I had I would have known no peace until [i]I got it, as I understand if I know any know anything about if I k[k]now anything about myself.
[1004] And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms,
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[1004] I have a good time coming.
[1005] So I put on my clothes, having first satisfied myself they had suffered no alterations, made sure they had not been tampered with, that is to say I put on my trousers, my great coat, my hat and my boots.
[1006] My boots.
[1007] They came up to where my calves would have been if I had had calves, and partly they buttoned, or would have buttoned, if they had had buttons, and partly they laced, and I have them still, I think, somewhere.
[1008] Then I took my crutches and left the room.
[1009] The whole day had gone in this tomfoolery and it was dusk again.
[1010] Going down the stairs I inspected the window I had seen through the door.
[1011] It lit the staircase with its wild tawny light.
[1012] Lousse was in the garden, fussing around the grave.
[1013] She was sowing grass on it, as if grass wouldn't have sown itself on it.
[1014] She was taking advantage of the cool of evening.
[1015] Seeing me, she came warmly towards me and gave me food and drink.
[1016] I ate and drank standing, casting about me in search of my bicycle.
[1017] She was talking [⁁]talked and talked.
[1018] Soon sated, I began the search for my bicycle.
[1019] She followed me.
[1020] In the end I found it, leaning against a bush that half swallowed it up, it was so yielding. [⁁]half buried in a soft bush.
[1021] I threw aside my crutches and took it in my hands, by the saddle and the handlebars, intending to wheel it a little, back and forth, before getting on and leaving for ever this accursed place.
[1022] But I pushed and pulled in vain, the wheels would not turn.
[1023] It was as though the brakes were jammed, and heaven knows they were not, for my bicycle had no brakes.
[1024] And suddenly overcome by a great weariness, in spite of the dying day when I always felt most alive, I threw the bicycle back in the bush and lay down on the ground, on the greensward [⁁]grass, careless of the dew, I never feared the dew.
[1025] It was then that Lousse, taking advantage of my weakness, squatted down beside me and began to make me propositions, to which I must confess I listened, absent-mindedly, I had nothing else to do, I could do nothing else, and doubtless she had poisoned my beer with