Here there are various documents lying around, a few letters I just read, an exchange of greetings with the director in his office (not dismissed) and other colleagues here and there, and accompanying all of this is a little bell ringing in my ear: “She’s not with you any more,” of course there’s also a mighty bell somewhere in heaven ringing: “She will not leave you,” but after all, the small bell is in my ear. And then again there is the night-letter, it’s impossible to understand how my breast could expand and contract enough to breathe this air, it’s impossible to understand how you can be
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