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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Andnow what other discovery will there
be?</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Thenhe got up and went; we all got up; we all
went.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Hisfriends observed in him a growing tendency to
domesticity .</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Life is not susceptible perhaps to the treatment we
give it when wetry to tell it.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Andimmense dullness would descend unbroken,
monotonous.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>For it is difficult to finish a letter in
somebodyelses style. I likeall this when I have despatched the enemy for a moment.
Cucumbers and tomatoes ripened in herhothouses.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Through his landscape the tramsquealed; the factory
poured its acrid fumes. Tuesday follows Monday;Wednesday Tuesday. Sitting up late at
night it seems strange not tohave more control. Andnow what other discovery will
there be? The gardenerssweep with great brooms and the lady sits
writing.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>We exist not only separately but inundifferentiated
blobs of matter.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>The gardeners swept; the lady at the table
satwriting.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>About the age offorty he would have shocked the
authorities. Oneleaps out of bed, throws up the window; with what a whirr the
birdsrise!</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I was like oneadmitted behind the scenes: like one
shown how the effects areproduced. Yet some doubt remained, some note of
interrogation.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>We grew; we changed; for, of course, we
areanimals.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>The trees,scattered, put on order; the thick green
of the leaves thinneditself to a dancing light. He fascinated me withhis sordid
imagination.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Then says some lady with an impressive gesture,
Come with me.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>That is the biographic style, and it does totack
together torn bits of stuff, stuff with raw edges. That is the biographic style, and
it does totack together torn bits of stuff, stuff with raw edges. Swelling,
perpetually augmented, there is a vastaccumulation of unrecorded matter in my head.
Our half-loves and half-hates and ambiguities on thesepoints were to him
indefensible treacheries.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>So little flames zigzag over the cracks in the
dryearth. Nevertheless, life is pleasant, life is tolerable. He haunted meanstreets
and towns where women lay drunk, naked, on counterpanes onChristmas day. We grew; we
changed; for, of course, we areanimals. </FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML>