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           Ihavelostintheprocessofeatinganddrinkingandrubbingmyeyesalongsurfacesthatthin,hardshellwhichcasesthesoul,which,inyouth,shutsonein--hencethefierceness,andthetap,tap,tapoftheremorselessbeaksoftheyoung.AndnowIask,"WhoamI?"IhavebeentalkingofBernard,Neville,Jinny,Susan,RhodaandLouis.AmIallofthem?AmIoneanddistinct?Idonotknow.Wesatheretogether.ButnowPercivalisdead,andRhodaisdead;wearedivided;wearenothere.YetIcannotfindanyobstacleseparatingus.Thereisnodivisionbetweenmeandthem.AsItalkedIfelt"Iamyou".Thisdifferencewemakesomuchof,thisidentitywesofeverishlycherish,wasovercome.Yes,eversinceoldMrsConstableliftedherspongeandpouringwarmwaterovermecoveredmewithfleshIhavebeensensitive,percipient.HereonmybrowistheblowIgotwhenPercivalfell.HereonthenapeofmyneckisthekissJinnygaveLouis.MyeyesfillwithSusan’stears.Iseefaraway,quiveringlikeagoldthread,thepillarRhodasaw,andfeeltherushofthewindofherflightwhensheleapt.