How It Is

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have ceased we lie thus a good moment they are good moments
    how long thus without motion or sound of any kind were it but of breath vast a vast
     stretch of time under my arm now and then a deeper breath heaves him slowly up leaves
     him at last and sets him slowly down others would say a sigh
    thus our life in common we begin it thus I do not say it is not said as others at
     the end of theirs clinging almost to each other I never saw any it seems never any
     such but even beasts observe each other I saw some once it seems and they observing
     each other let him understand who has a wish to I have none
    almost clinging that’s too strong as always he can’t repel me it’s like my sack when
     I had it still this providential flesh I’ll never let it go call that constancy if
     you wish
    when I had it still but I have it still it’s in my mouth no it’s not there any more
     I don’t have it any more I am right I was right
    vast stretch of time then for our beginnings a dizzy figure in the days of figures
     the beginnings of our life in common and question what brings this long peace to a close at last and makes us better acquainted what
     hitch
    a little tune suddenly he sings a little tune suddenly like all that was not then
     is I listen for a moment they are good moments it can only be he but I may be mistaken
    my arm bends therefore my right it’s preferable which reduces from very obtuse to
     very acute the angle between the humerus and the other the anatomy the geometry and
     my right hand seeks his lips let us try and see this pretty movement more clearly
     its conclusion at least
    the hand approaches under the mud comes up at a venture the index encounters the mouth
     it’s vague it’s well judged the thumb the cheek somewhere something wrong there dimple
     malar the anatomy all astir lips hairs buccinators it’s as I thought he’s singing
     that clinches it
    I can’t make out the words the mud muffles or perhaps a foreign tongue perhaps he’s
     singing a lied in the original perhaps a foreigner
    an oriental my dream he has renounced I too will renounce I will have no more desires
    he can speak then that’s the main thing he has the use without having really thought
     about it I must have thought he hadn’t not having it personally and a little more
     generally no doubt that only one way of being where I was namely my way song quite
     out of the question I should have thought
    awful moment in any case if there ever was one what vistas that closes the first phase
     of our life in common and unlatches the second and for that matter last more fertile
     in vicissitudes and peripeteias the best in my life perhaps best moment I mean it
     is difficult to choose
    a human voice there within an inch or two my dream perhaps even a human mind if I
     have to learn Italian obviously it will be less amusing
    but first some remarks very sparsim vast stretch of time some thirty perhaps in all
     here are two or three we’ll see
    oriented as he is he must have been following the same road as I before he dropped
     there’s one
    one day we’ll set off again together and I saw us the curtains parted an instant something
     wrong there and I saw us darkly all this before the little tune oh long before helping
     each other on dropping with one accord and lying biding in each other’s arms the time
     to set off again
    to play at him who exists or at least existed then I know I know so much the worse
     there’s no harm in mentioning it no harm is done it does you good now and then they
     are good moments what does it matter it does no harm to anyone there isn’t anyone
    there then behind us already at last the first phase of our life in common leaving
     only the second and last end of part two leaving only part three and last
    problem of training and concurrently little by little solution and application of
     same and concurrently moral plane bud and bloom of relations proper but first some
     remarks two or three we’ll

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