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This word is a response to a question you asked him four days ago. Once the word has been uttered, the mastoid spring is released, and the jaws snap shut. THIS WORD IS A RESPONSE TO A QUESTION YOU ASKED HIM FOUR DAYS AGO ONCE THE WORD HAS BEEN UTTERED THE MASTOID SPRING IS RELEASED AND THE JAWS SNAP SHUT
 of my face and of my judgment, which are even more pleasant, for, between us, that father Christmas, that nasty Benedictine so famous for his grimaces, for all his success at court, is nothing but a wooden Punch in comparison to me--and I say that without praising myself or him. I went to great lengths tormenting myself to reach the highest arts of the idiot house. But it's no use. Will he laugh? Won't he? That's what I'm forced to say to myself in the middle of my contortions, and you can judge how much this uncertainty damages one's talent. My hypochondriac, with a nightcap pulled down over his head covering his eyes, has the expression of an immobile idol with a string attached around his chin, which goes from there right down under his armchair. One waits for the string to be pulled, but it's not pulled. If it so happens that the jaws open, it's to utter a distressing word, a word which informs you that you've not even been noticed and that all your monkey tricks have been wasted. LY THE PLEASANT GRIMACES OF MY FACE AND OF MY JUDGMENT WHICH ARE EVEN MORE PLEASANT FOR BETWEEN US THAT FATHER CHRISTMAS THAT NASTY BENEDICTINE SO FAMOUS FOR HIS GRIMACES FOR ALL HIS SUCCESS AT COURT IS NOTHING BUT A WOODEN PUNCH IN COMPARISON TO ME AND I SAY THAT WITHOUT PRAISING MYSELF OR HIM I WENT TO GREAT LENGTHS TORMENTING MYSELF TO REACH THE HIGHEST ARTS OF THE IDIOT HOUSE BUT IT'S NO USE WILL HE LAUGH WON'T HE THAT'S WHAT I'M FORCED TO SAY TO MYSELF IN THE MIDDLE OF MY CONTORTIONS AND YOU CAN JUDGE HOW MUCH THIS UNCERTAINTY DAMAGES ONE'S TALENT MY HYPOCHONDRIAC WITH A NIGHTCAP PULLED DOWN OVER HIS HEAD COVERING HIS EYES HAS THE EXPRESSION OF AN IMMOBILE IDOL WITH A STRING ATTACHED AROUND HIS CHIN WHICH GOES FROM THERE RIGHT DOWN UNDER HIS ARMCHAIR ONE WAITS FOR THE STRING TO BE PULLED BUT IT'S NOT PULLED IF IT SO HAPPENS THAT THE JAW OPENS IT'S TO UTTER A DISTRESSING WORD A WORD WHICH INFORMS YOU THAT YOU'VE NOT EVEN BEEN NOTICED AND THAT ALL YOUR MONKEY TRICKS HAVE BEEN WASTED
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