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"No." "All the better for you, for they're poor buggers, a pitiful bunch. Destiny wanted me to be a musician, while in a mill in Montmartre there's perhaps a miller or a miller's helper who never listens to anything but the sound of the ratchet but who'd have made up some fine songs. Rameau, go to the mill  the mill that's where you belong." ME: Whatever a man devotes himself to, nature has destined him for that. NO ALL THE BETTER FOR YOU FOR THEY'RE POOR BUGGERS A PITIFUL BUNCH DESTINY WANTED ME TO BE A MUSICIAN WHILE IN A MILL IN MONTMARTRA THERE'S PERHAPS A MILLER OR A MILLER'S HELPER WHO NEVER LISTENS TO ANYTHING BUT THE SOUND OF THE WRETCHED BUT WHO'D HAVE MADE UP SOME FINE SONGS RAMO GO TO THE MILL THE MILL THAT'S WHERE YOU BELONG ME WHATEVER A MAN DEVOTES HIMSELF TO NATURE HAS DESTINED HIM FOR THAT
o energy, whose limbs wobbled, ready to die if someone didn't throw him a piece of bread. He showed his extreme need with the gesture of a finger pointing towards his half open mouth. Then he added, "You see what I mean. They'd toss me the loaf, and three or four of us, all famished, would fight over it. So go on, then--think grand thoughts, create beautiful things in an environment of such distress." ME: That's difficult. HIM: From one tumble to the next--I fell into that job. I was in clover. Now I've left it. Now I have to scrape the gut once again, and come back to that gesture with my finger pointing towards my gaping mouth. Nothing's very stable in this world. Today at the top of the wheel, tomorrow at the bottom. Damned circumstances lead us along, and lead us really badly. Then, drinking up what remained at the bottom of the bottle, he spoke to the man next to him: "Sir, would you be so good as to give me a pinch of snuff. That's a lovely box you have there. Are you a musician? VIL WORN OUT WITH EXHAUSTION WITH NO ENERGY WHOSE LIMBS WOBBLED READY TO DIE IF SOMEONE DIDN'T THROW HIM A PIECE OF BREAD HE SHOWED HIS EXTREME NEED WITH THE GESTURE OF A FINGER POINTING TOWARDS HIS HALF OPEN MOUTH THEN HE ADDED YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN THE AGE TOSS ME THE LOAF AND THREE OR FOUR OF US ALL FAMISHED WOULD FIGHT OVER IT SO GO ON THEN THINK GRAND THOUGHTS CREATE BEAUTIFUL THINGS IN AN ENVIRONMENT OF SUCH DISTRESS ME THAT'S DIFFICULT HIM FROM ONE TUMBLE TO THE NEXT I FELL INTO THAT JOB I WAS IN CLOVER NOW I'VE LEFT IT NOW I HAVE TO SCRAPE THE GUT ONCE AGAIN AND COME BACK TO THAT GESTURE WITH MY FINGER POINTING TOWARDS MY GAPING MOUTH NOTHING'S VERY STABLE IN THIS WORLD TO DAY AT THE TOP OF THE WHEEL TO MORROW AT THE BOTTOM DAMNED CIRCUMSTANCES LEAD US ALONG AND LEAD US REALLY BADLY THEN DRINKING UP WHAT REMAINED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE BOTTLE HE SPOKE TO THE MAN NEXT TO HIM SIR WOULD YOU BE SO GOOD AS TO GIVE ME A PINCH OF SNUFF THAT'S A LOVELY BOX YOU HAVE THERE ARE YOU A MUSICIAN
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