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Rh valise, everything I regretted leaving here: my desk, my books, my chair. Upon that chair I-330 had sat that day; I was below on the floor My bed  Then for a minute or two I stood and waited for some miracle to happen; perhaps the telephone would ring, perhaps she would say that  But no, no miracle

I am leaving, going into the unknown. These are my last lines. Farewell you, my unknown beloved ones, with whom I have lived through so many pages, before whom I have bared my diseased soul, my whole self to the last broken little screw, to the last cracked spring I am going