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48 time, without any explanation or symbol, with all its inherent contradictions. And the whole of it, entire, with all the details. I lighted the light and began to write it, to write it to dictation.

To whose dication? I don't know. Whence came this tale? I don't know that either. The only thing I do know is that it is not a symbol, it is not an allegory, it is not what it is. Somebody told it to me—I don't know who—and I tell it to you as somebody told it to me.