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Goonshaving.Thedropfell.Allthroughtheday’swork,atintervals,mymindwenttoanemptyplace,saying,"Whatislost?Whatisover?"And"Overanddonewith,"Imuttered,"overanddonewith,"solacingmyselfwithwords.Peoplenoticedthevacuityofmyfaceandtheaimlessnessofmyconversation.Thelastwordsofmysentencetailedaway.AndasIbuttonedonmycoattogohomeIsaidmoredramatically,"Ihavelostmyyouth."
’Itiscurioushow,ateverycrisis,somephrasewhichdoesnotfitinsistsuponcomingtotherescue--thepenaltyoflivinginanoldcivilizationwithanotebook.Thisdropfallinghasnothingtodowithlosingmyyouth.Thisdropfallingistimetaperingtoapoint.Time,whichisasunnypasturecoveredwithadancinglight,time,whichiswidespreadasafieldatmidday,becomespendant.Timetaperstoapoint.Asadropfallsfromaglassheavywithsomesediment,timefalls.Thesearethetruecycles,thesearethetrueevents.ThenasifalltheluminosityoftheatmospherewerewithdrawnIseetothebarebottom.Iseewhathabitcovers.Iliesluggishinbedfordays.Idineoutandgapelikeacodfish.Idonottroubletofinishmysentences,andmyactions,usuallysouncertain,acquireamechanicalprecision.Onthisoccasion,passinganoffice,Iwentinandbought,withallthecomposureofamechanicalfigure,aticketforRome.
’NowIsitonastoneseatinthesegardenssurveyingtheeternalcity,andthelittlemanwhowasshavinginLondonfivedaysagolooksalreadylikeaheapofoldclothes.Londonhasalsocrumbled.
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