How It Is - pg. 124

and that there be never offered to the eyes of

of whom

of him in charge of the sacks

to his eyes the spectacle on the one hand of a single one among us towards whom no one ever goes and on the other of a single other who never goes towards anyone it would be an injustice and that is above in the light

in other words in simple words I quote on either I am alone and no further problem or else we are innumerable and no further problem either

save that of conceiving but no doubt it can be done a procession in a straight line with neither head nor tail in the dark the mud with all the various infinitudes that such a conception involves

nothing to be done in any case we have our being in justice I have never heard anything to the contrary

with that of a slowness difficult to conceive the procession we are talking of a procession advancing in jerks or spasms like shit in the guts till one wonders days of great gaiety if we shall not end one after another or two by two by being shat into the open air the light of day the regimen of grace

a slowness of which figures alone however arbitrary can give a feeble idea