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night present formulation I
     have no other I wake from sleep how much nearer to the last that of men of beasts
     too I wake ask myself how much nearer I quote on last a moment with that it’s another
     of my resources
    the tongue gets clogged with mud that can happen too only one remedy then pull it
     in and suck it swallow the mud or spit it out it’s one or the other and question is
     it nourishing and vistas last a moment with that
    I fill my mouth with it that can happen too it’s another of my resources last a moment
     with that and question if swallowed would it nourish and opening up of vistas they
     are good moments
    rosy in the mud the tongue lolls out again what are the hands at all this time one
     must always try and see what the hands are at well the left as we have seen still
     clutches the sack and the right
    the right I close my eyes not the blue the others at the back and finally make it
     out way off on the right at the end of its arm full stretch in the axis of the clavicle
     I say it as I hear it opening and closing in the mud opening and closing it’s another
     of my resources it helps me
    it can’t be far a bare yard it feels far it will go some day on its four fingers having
     lost its thumb something wrong there it will leave me I can see it close my eyes the
     others and see it how it throws its four fingers forward like grapnels the ends sink
     pull and so with little horizontal hoists it moves away it’s a help to go like that
     piecemeal it helps me
    and the legs and the eyes the blue closed no doubt no since suddenly another image
     the last there in the mud I say it as I hear it I see me
    I look to me about sixteen and to crown all glorious weather egg-blue sky and scamper
     of little clouds I have my back turned to me and the girl too whom I hold who holds
     me by the hand the arse I have
    we are if I may believe the colours that deck the emerald grass if I may believe them
     we are old dream of flowers and seasons we are in April or in May and certain accessories
     if I may believe them white rails a grandstand colour of old rose we are on a racecourse
     in April or in May
    heads high we gaze I imagine we have I imagine our eyes open and gaze before us still
     as statues save only the swinging arms those with hands clasped what else
    in my free hand or left an undefinable object and consequently in her right the extremity
     of a short leash connecting her to an ash-grey dog of fair size askew on its hunkers
     its head sunk stillness of those hands
    question why a leash in this immensity of verdure and emergence little by little of grey and white spots lambs little by little among their dams
     what else the bluey bulk closing the scene three miles four miles of a mountain of
     modest elevation our heads overtop the crest
    we let go our hands and turn about I dextrogyre she sinistro she transfers the leash
     to her left hand and I the same instant to my right the object now a little pale grey
     brick the empty hands mingle the arms swing the dog has not moved I have the impression we are looking at me I pull in my tongue close my mouth and smile
    seen full face the girl is less hideous it’s not with her I am concerned me pale staring
     hair red pudding face with pimples protruding belly gaping fly spindle legs sagging
     knocking at the knees wide astraddle for greater stability feet splayed one hundred
     and thirty degrees fatuous half-smile to posterior horizon figuring the morn of life
     green tweeds yellow boots all those colours cowslip or suchlike in the buttonhole
    again about turn introrse at ninety degrees fleeting face to face transfer of things
     mingling of hands swinging of arms stillness of dog the rump I have
    suddenly yip left right off we go chins up arms swinging the dog follows head sunk
     tail on balls no reference to us it had the same notion at the same instant Malebranche
     less the rosy hue the humanities I had if it stops to piss it will piss without stopping
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