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But I chose something else. BUT I CHOSE SOMETHING ELSE
to the relief of the poor. At that point I left him, and came back here. What was I to do? I had to do something or die of poverty. All sorts of plans went through my head. One day, I was going to leave tomorrow to join up with a troupe traveling through the provinces--I'd be equally good or bad in the theatre or in the orchestra. The next day, I was dreaming of getting someone to paint for me one of those pictures attached to a pole which people set up in a public crossroad, where I'd have shouted my head off, "There's the town where he was born. Here he is leaving his father the apothecary. Here he is arriving in the capital, looking for his uncle's residence. Here he is on his knees before his uncle, who is chasing him away. Here he is with a Jew," and so on and so on. The next day, I'd get up firmly resolved to join up with the street singers. That's not the worst thing I could've done. We could've gone to give a concert under my dear uncle's windows. He'd have collapsed with rage. HE MONEY WAS APPLIED TO THE RELIEF OF THE POOR AT THAT POINT I LEFT HIM AND CAME BACK HERE WHAT WAS I TO DO I HAD TO DO SOMETHING OR DIE OF POVERTY ALL SORTS OF PLANS WENT THROUGH MY HEAD ONE DAY I WAS GOING TO LEAVE TO MORROW TO JOIN UP WITH A TROOP TRAVELLING THROUGH THE PROVINCES I'D BE EQUALLY GOOD OR BAD IN THE THEATRE OR IN THE ORCHESTRA THE NEXT DAY I WAS DREAMING OF GETTING SOMEONE TO PAINT FOR ME ONE OF THOSE PICTURES ATTACHED TO A POLE WHICH PEOPLE SET UP IN A PUBLIC CROSS ROAD WHERE I'D HAVE SHOUTED MY HEAD OFF THERE'S THE TOWN WHERE HE WAS BORN HERE HE IS LEAVING HIS FATHER THE APOTHECARY HERE HE IS ARRIVING IN THE CAPITAL LOOKING FOR HIS UNCLE'S RESIDENCE HERE HE IS ON HIS KNEES BEFORE HIS UNCLE WHO IS CHASING HIM AWAY HERE HE IS WITH A JEW AND SO ON AND SO ON THE NEXT DAY I'D GET UP FIRMLY RESOLVED TO JOIN UP WITH THE STREET SINGERS THAT'S NOT THE WORST THING I COULD HAVE DONE WE COULD HAVE GONE TO GIVE A CONCERT UNDER MY DEAR UNCLE'S WINDOWS HE'D HAVE COLLAPSED WITH RAGE
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