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IN A STATE of great uneasiness, of anxiety, of inner solemnity.The world retreating in the distance, an ever increasing distance.-Each word becoming more and more dense, too dense to be uttered from now on, word complete in itself, word in a nest, while the noise of the wood fire in the fireplace becomes the only presence, becomes important, strange and absorbing its movements...In a state of expectancy, an expectancy that becomes with each minute more pregnant, more vigilant, more indescribable, more painful to endure ...and to what point can it be endure? 
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