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Things fall from the rack upon us. We look up surprised, and go to sleep again. My bag tumbles down upon the head of the unjust man in the corner. (Is it retribution?) THINGS FALL FROM THE RACK UPON US WE LOOK UP SURPRISED AND GO TO SLEEP AGAIN MY BAG TUMBLES DOWN UPON THE HEAD OF THE UNJUST MAN IN THE CORNER IS IT RETRIBUTION
 stop in any of them." "That's a blessing," said B., much relieved. "You would be trying to palm off one or other of them on some simple-minded peasant for German, if you did!" It is a wearisome journey, through the long, hot hours of the morning, to Cologne. The carriage is stifling. Railway travellers, I have always noticed, regard fresh air as poison. They like to live on the refuse of each other's breath, and close up every window and ventilator tight. The sun pours down through glass and blind and scorches our limbs. Our heads and our bodies ache. The dust and soot drift in and settle on our clothes, and grime our hands and face. We all doze and wake up with a start, and fall to sleep again upon each other. I wake, and find my neighbour with his head upon my shoulder. It seems a shame to cast him off; he looks so trustful. But he is heavy. I push him on to the man the other side. He is just as happy there. We roll about; and when the train jerks, we butt each other with our heads. NOT A WORD SURE NOT SO MUCH AS A FULL STOP IN ANY OF THEM THAT'S A BLESSING SAID B MUCH RELIEVED YOU WOULD BE TRYING TO PALM OFF ONE OR OTHER OF THEM WITH SOME SIMPLE MINDED PEASANT FOR GERMAN IF YOU DID IT IS A WEARISOME JOURNEY THROUGH THE LONG HOT HOURS OF THE MORNING TO COLOGNE THE CARRIAGE IS STIFLING RAILWAY TRAVELLERS I HAVE ALWAYS NOTICED REGARD FRESH AIR AS POISON THEY LIKE TO LIVE ON THE REFUSE OF EACH OTHER'S BREATH AND CLOSE UP EVERY WINDOW AND VENTILATE A TIGHT THE SUN POURS DOWN THROUGH GLASS AND BLIND AND SCORCHES OUR LIMBS OUR HEADS AND OUR BODIES ACHE THE DUST AND SOOTS DRIFT IN AND SETTLE ON OUR CLOTHES AND GRIM OUR HANDS AND FACE WE ALL DOZE AND WAKE UP WITH A START AND FALL TO SLEEP AGAIN UPON EACH OTHER I WAKE AND FIND MY NEIGHBOR WITH HIS HEAD UPON MY SHOULDER IT SEEMS A SHAME TO CAST HIM OFF HE LOOKS SO TRUSTFUL BUT HE IS HEAVY I PUSH HIM ON TO THE MAN THE OTHER SIDE HE IS JUST AS HAPPY THERE WE ROLL ABOUT AND WHEN THE TRAIN JERKS WE BUT EACH OTHER WITH OUR HEADS
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