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[0591] growing, the entrails emptying, all the morticians are dead. [0592] Someone has drawn the blinds, you perhaps. [0593] Not the faintest sound. [0594] Where are the famous flies? [0595] Yes, there is no denying it, any longer, it is not you who are dead, but all the others. [0596] So you get up and go to your mother, who thinks she is alive. [0597] That's my impression. [0598] But now [⁁]I shall have to get myself out of this ditch. [0599] How joyfully I would vanish there, sinking deeper and deeper under the rains. [0600] No doubt I'll come back some day, here, or to a similar slough, I [⁁] can trust my feet for that, as no doubt some day I'll meet again the sergeant and his merry men. [0601] And if, too changed to know it is they, I do not say it is they, [⁁]make no mistake, it will be they, though changed. [0602] For to contrive a being, a place, I nearly said an hour, but I [⁁]would not hurt anyone's feelings, and then to use them no more, that would be, how shall I say, I don't know. [0603] Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition. [0604] That night was not like the other night, if it had been I would have known. [0605] For when I try and think of that night, on the canal-bank, I find nothing, no night properly speaking, nothing but Molloy in the ditch, and perfect silence, and behind my closed lids the little night and its little lights, faint at first, then flaming and extinguished, now ravening, now fed, as fire by filth and martyrs. [0606] I say that night, but there was more than one perhaps. [0607] The lie, the lie, to lying thought. [0608] But I find the morning, a morning, and the sun already high, and the little sleep I had then, according to my custom, and space with
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[0608] its sounds again, and the shepherd watching me sleep and under whose eyes I opened my eyes. [0609] Beside him a panting dog, watching me too, but less closely than his master, for from time to time he stopped watching me to gnaw at his flesh, furiously, where the ticks were in him I suppose. [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 [⁁]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. [0618] It is then too that the meaning of words is least obscure to me, so that I said, with tranquil assurance, Where are you taking them, to the fields or to the shambles? [0619] I must have completely lost my sense of direction, as if direction had anything to do with the matter. [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 lights. [0621] But whether it was he didn't understand, or didn't want to reply, he didn't reply, but went on his way without a word, without
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[0621] a word for me I mean, for he spoke to his dog [⁁]who listened attentively, cocking his ears. [0622] I got to my knees, no, that doesn't work, I got up and watched the little procession recede. [0623] I heard the shepherd whistle, and I saw him flourishing his crook, and the dog bustling about the herd, which but for him would no doubt have fallen into the canal. [0624] All that through a glittering dust, and soon through that mist too which rises in [⁁]me every day and veils the world from me and veils me from myself. [0625] The bleating grew faint, because the sheep were less anxious, or because they were further away, or because my hearing was worse than a moment before, which would surprise me, for my hearing is still very good, scarcely blunted coming up to dawn, and if I sometimes hear nothing for hours on end it is for reasons of which I know nothing, or because about me all goes really silent, from time to time, whereas for the [⁁]righteous the tumult of the world never stops. [0626] That then is how that second day began, unless it was the third, or the fourth, and it was a bad beginning, because it left me with persisting doubts, as to the destination of those sheep, among which there were lambs, and often wondering if they had safely reached some commonage or fallen, their skulls shattered, their thin legs crumpling, first to their knees, then over on their fleecy sides, under the pole-axe, though that is not the way they slaughter sheep, [⁁]but with a knife, so that they may bleed to death. [0627] But there is much to be said too, for these little doubts. [0628] Good God, what a land of breeders, you see quadrupeds everywhere. [0629] And it's not over yet, there are still horses and goats, to [⁁]mention only them, I feel them watching out for me, to get in my path. [0630] I have no need of that. [0631] But I did not lose sight of my immediate goal, which was to [⁁]get to my mother as quickly
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[0631] as possible, and standing in the ditch I summoned to my aid the good reasons I had for going there, without a moment's delay. [0632] And though there were many things I could do without thinking, not knowing what I was going to do until it was done, and not even then, going to my mother was not one of them. [0633] My feet, you see, never took me to my mother unless they received a definite order to do so. [0634] The glorious, the truly glorious weather would have gladdened any other heart than mine. [0635] But I have no reason to be gladdened by the sun and I take good care not to be. [0636] The Aegean, thirsting for heat and light, him I killed, he killed himself, early on, in me. [0637] The pale gloom of rainy days was better fitted to my taste, no, that's not it, to my humour, no, that's not it either, I had neither taste nor humour, I lost them early on. [0638] Perhaps what I mean is that the pale gloom etc., hid me better, without its being on that account particularly pleasing to me. [0639] Chameleon in spite of himself, there you have Molloy, viewed from a certain angle. [0640] And in winter, under my greatcoat, I wrapped myself in swathes of newspaper, and did not shed them until the earth awoke, for good, in April. [0641] The Times Literary Supplement was admirably adapted to this purpose, of a never-failing toughness and impermeability. [0642] Even farts made no impression [⁁]on it. [0643] I can't help it, gas escapes from my fundament on the least pretext, it's hard not to mention it now and then, however great my [⁁]distaste. [0644] One day I counted them. [0645] Three hundred and fifteen farts in nineteen hours, or an average of over sixteen farts an hour. [0646] After all it's not excessive. [0647] Four farts every fifteen minutes. [0648] It's nothing. [0649] Not even one fart every four minutes. [0650] It's unbelievable. [0651] [⁁]Damn it I hardly
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[0651] fart at all, I should never have mentioned it. [0652] Extraordinary how mathematics help you to know yourself. [0653] In any case this whole question of climate left me cold, I could stomach any mess. [0654] So I will only add that the mornings were often sunny, in that part of the world, until ten o'clock or coming up to eleven, and that then the sky darkened and the rain fell, fell till evening. [0655] Then the sun came out and went down, the drenched earth sparkled an instant, then went out, bereft of light. [0656] There I am then back in the saddle, in my numbed heart a prick of misgiving, like one dying of cancer obliged to consult his dentist. [0657] For I did not know if it was the right road. [0658] All roads were right for me, a wrong road was an event, for me. [0659] But when I was on my way to my mother only one road was right, the one that led to her, or one of those that led to her, for all did not lead to her. [0660] I did not know if I was on one of those right roads and that disturbed me, like all recall to life. [0661] Judge then of my relief when I saw, ahead of me, the familiar ramparts loom. [0662] I passed beyond them, into a district I did not know. [0662] And yet I knew the town well, for I was born there and had never succeeded in putting between it and me more than ten or fifteen miles, such was its grasp on me, I don't know why. [0663] So that I came near to wondering if I was in the right town, where I first saw the murk of day and which still harboured my mother, somewhere or other, or if I had not stumbled, as a result of a wrong turn, on a town whose very name I did not know. [0664] For my native town was the only one I knew, having never set foot in any other. [0665] But I had read with care, while I still could read, accounts of travellers more fortunate than myself, telling of other towns as beautiful as mine, and even