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106 the Roussel had even a grain of salt in it, the grain would have had not a chance of exhaling its pungence. That had been rendered impossible.

It seems the concert was intended to end lightly. But there is one way only of bringing lightness. But people can't let life happen. They cannot feel it. They cannot let it take its inevitable course. One knows it more every day. The impulses prick up fresh from the ground. But then they meet human beings. They have to go through human beings to realize themselves. And before one has looked again, they lie bleeding on the ground, snapped somewhere in two.