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681
—
C
’
est
tordant
,
vous
savez
.
Moi
,
je
suis
socialiste
.
Je
ne
crois
pas
en
l
’
existence
de
Dieu
.
Faut
pas
le
dire
à
mon
père
.
682
—
Il
croit
?
683
—
Mon
père
,
oui
.
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684
Schluss
.
He
laps
.
685
My
Latin
quarter
hat
.
God
,
we
simply
must
dress
the
character
.
I
want
puce
gloves
.
You
were
a
student
,
weren
’
t
you
?
Of
what
in
the
other
devil
’
s
name
?
Paysayenn
.
P
.
C
.
N
.
,
you
know
:
physiques
,
chimiques
et
naturelles
.
Aha
.
Eating
your
groatsworth
of
mou
en
civet
,
fleshpots
of
Egypt
,
elbowed
by
belching
cabmen
.
Just
say
in
the
most
natural
tone
:
when
I
was
in
Paris
;
boul
’
Mich
’
,
I
used
to
.
Yes
,
used
to
carry
punched
tickets
to
prove
an
alibi
if
they
arrested
you
for
murder
somewhere
.
Justice
.
On
the
night
of
the
seventeenth
of
February
1904
the
prisoner
was
seen
by
two
witnesses
.
Other
fellow
did
it
:
other
me
.
Hat
,
tie
,
overcoat
,
nose
.
Lui
,
c
’
est
moi
.
You
seem
to
have
enjoyed
yourself
.
686
Proudly
walking
.
687
Whom
were
you
trying
to
walk
like
?
Forget
:
a
dispossessed
.
With
mother
’
s
money
order
,
eight
shillings
,
the
banging
door
of
the
post
office
slammed
in
your
face
by
the
usher
.
Hunger
toothache
.
Encore
deux
minutes
.
Look
clock
.
Must
get
.
Fermé
.
Hired
dog
!
Shoot
him
to
bloody
bits
with
a
bang
shotgun
,
bits
man
spattered
walls
all
brass
buttons
.
Bits
all
khrrrrklak
in
place
clack
back
.
Not
hurt
?
O
,
that
’
s
all
right
.
Shake
hands
.
See
what
I
meant
,
see
?
O
,
that
’
s
all
right
.
Shake
a
shake
.
O
,
that
’
s
all
only
all
right
.
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688
You
were
going
to
do
wonders
,
what
?
Missionary
to
Europe
after
fiery
Columbanus
.
Fiacre
and
Scotus
on
their
creepystools
in
heaven
spilt
from
their
pintpots
,
loudlatinlaughing
:
Euge
!
Euge
!
Pretending
to
speak
broken
English
as
you
dragged
your
valise
,
porter
threepence
,
across
the
slimy
pier
at
Newhaven
.
Comment
?
Rich
booty
you
brought
back
;
Le
Tutu
,
five
tattered
numbers
of
Pantalon
Blanc
et
Culotte
Rouge
;
a
blue
French
telegram
,
curiosity
to
show
:
689
—
Mother
dying
come
home
father
.
690
The
aunt
thinks
you
killed
your
mother
.
That
’
s
why
she
won
’
t
.