10
THE MARK ON THE WALL
is getting in the way… Where was I? What has it all been about? A tree? A river? The Downs, Whitaker's Almanack, the fields of asphodel? I can't remember a thing. Everything's moving, falling, slipping, vanishing… There is a vast upheaval of matter. Someone is standing over me and saying—
"I'm going out to buy a newspaper."
"Yes?"
"Though it's no good, buying newspapers… Nothing ever happens. Curse this war! God damn this war!… All the same, I don't see why we should have a snail on our wall."
Ah, the mark on the wall! It was a snail.
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