Was I sleeping while the others suffered. Am I sleeping now?
Tomorrow when I wake. I think I do. What shall I say of today?
That with Esthergon, my friend at this place until the fall of
night, I waited for Gado. That pot so passed with his carrier
and that he spoke to us?
But in all that, what truth will there be? He'll know
nothing. He'll tell me about the blows he received and I'll
give him a carrot. A stride of a grave and a difficult birth.
Down in the hole lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the
forceps. We have time to grow old. Full of our cries.