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 Almanack? The fields of asphodel? I can’t remember a thing. Everything’s moving, falling, slipping, vanishing. There is a vast upheaval of matter. Someone is standing over me and saying—

“I’m going out to buy a newspaper.”

“Yes?”

“Though it’s no good buying newspapers. Nothing ever happens. Curse this war; God damn this war! All the same, I don’t see why we should have a snail on our wall.”

Ah, the mark on the wall! It was a snail.