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P24 [the darkness does not lift but becomes yet heavier as I think how little we can hold in mind, how everything is constantly lapsing into oblivion with every extinguished life, how the world is, as it were, draining itself, in that the history of countless places and objects which themselves have no power of memory in never heard never described or passed on.] 65 Grief is not the right word for the condition into which he had fallen since she lay dying. P77 By the moment when the shadows of reality, so to speak m emerge out of nothing on the exposed paper, as mommies do in the middle of the night darkening again if you try to cling to them, just like a photographic print left in the developing bath too long.
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