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Andre Breton - Less Time
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Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I`ve taken account of everything,
there you have it. I`ve made a census of the stones, they are as numerous as my fingers and some
others; I`ve distributed some pamphlets to the plants, but not all were willing to accept them. I`ve
kept company with music for a second only and now I no longer know what to think of suicide, for
if I ever want to part from myself, the exit is on this side and, I add mischievously, the entrance, the
re-entrance is on the other. You see what you still have to do. Hours, grief, I don`t keep a
reasonable account of them; I`m alone, I look out of the window; there is no passerby, or rather no
one -passes- You don`t know this man? It`s Mr. Same. May I introduce Madam
Madam? And their children. Then I turn back on my steps, my steps turn back too, but I don`t
know exactly what they turn back on. I consult a schedule; the names of the towns have been
replaced by the names of people who have been quite close to me. Shall I go to A, return to B,
change at X? Yes, of course I`ll change at X. Provided I don`t miss the connection with boredom!
There we are: boredom, beautiful parallels, ah! how beautiful the parallels are under God`s perpendicular.
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