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elements of my consciousness rotting and melting.
I have only to give utterance to a few more of such
notions and it is all over with my chances of getting
back to the land of clocks. And yet, it is the gradual
disintegration of my personality that I have the strongest
misgivings about. Since I am alone I cannot go mad.
The sponges of silence, the crystals of vacuum, where
was I amongst them? I hurry on, bicyclist lost after
the departure of the rear wheel, maintaining myself
miraculously by one perpetual revolution. Equilibrium
denotes nothing but unstable position, or habitual
difficulty, if you will. Yes, crawling fear has its little
day of terror. I choke now and then through forgetting
to breathe at regular intervals. Sensuousness in this
brothel-world! Best not to think of it. The geometrical
progression of lust is not conceived as apart from all
continuity. The four operations, very nice to talk about.
Fly in sticky-paper, inkwell of clouds, who will give
me back the fancy-cake with an Eiffel Tower relief,
the City of Light, as it is called.
LOUIS ARAGON