
[2758] and now, hunted, he sought refuge near the centre.
[2765] He rolled his head, uttering incomprehensible words.
[2771] This was how he came to me, at long intervals.
[2772] Then I was nothing
but uproar, bulk, rage, suffocation, effort unceasing, frenzied and vain.
[2773] Just the opposite of myself, in fact.
[2774] It was a change.
[2775] WAnd when I saw him
disappear, his whole body a vociferation, I was almost sorry.
[2776] What it was all about I had not the slightest idea.
[2777] I had no clue to his age.
[2778] As he appeared to me, so I felt he must
have always appeared and would continue to appear until the end, an end
indeed which I was hard put to imagine.
[2779] For being unable to conceive
what had brought him to such a pass, I was no better able to conceive how,
left to his own resources, he could put an end to it.
[2780] A natural end
seemed unlikely to me, I don't know why.
[2781] But then my own natural ened,
and I was determined resolved to have no other, would it not at the same time be
his?
[2782] Modest, I had my doubts.
[2783] And then again, what end is not natural,
are they not all aby the grace of nature, the undeniably good and the so-
-called bad?
[2784] Idle conjectures.
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