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Worn out with fatigue and looking like a man coming out of a deep sleep or a long trance, he stayed motionless, dazed, astonished. He directed his gaze around him, like someone disturbed who's trying to recognize where is. He was waiting for his energy and his spirit to return. WORN OUT WITH FATIGUE AND LOOKING LIKE A MAN COMING OUT OF A DEEP SLEEP OR A LONG TRANCE HE STAYED MOTIONLESS DAZED ASTONISHED HE DIRECTED HIS GAZE AROUND HIM LIKE SOMEONE DISTURBED WHO'S TRYING TO RECOGNIZE WHERE HE IS HE WAS WAITING FOR HIS ENERGY AND HIS SPIRIT TO RETURN
n like a maniac, acting out, by himself, the male and female dancers and singers, an entire orchestra, the whole musical company, dividing himself into twenty different roles, running, stopping, looking like a man possessed, frothing at the mouth. It was stiflingly hot, and the sweat running down the wrinkles in his forehead and down the length of his cheeks mixed in with the powder in his hair came down in streaks and lined the top of his coat. What didn't I see him do? He cried, he laughed, he sighed, he looked tender or calm or angry--a woman who was swooning in grief, an unhappy man left in total despair, a temple being built, birds calming down at sunset, waters either murmuring in a cool lonely place or descending in a torrent from the high mountains, a storm, a tempest, the cries of those who are going to die intermingled with the whistling winds, the bursts of thunder, the night, with its shadows--silent and dark--for sounds do depict even silence. His mind was completely gone. UTES SHOUTING SINGING CARRYING ON LIKE A MANIAC ACTING OUT BY HIMSELF THE MALE AND FEMALE DANCERS AND SINGERS AN ENTIRE ORCHESTRA THE WHOLE MUSICAL COMPANY DIVIDING HIMSELF INTO TWENTY DIFFERENT ROLLS RUNNING STOPPING LOOKING LIKE A MAN POSSESSED FROTHING AT THE MOUTH IT WAS STIFLINGLY HOT AND THE SWEAT RUNNING DOWN THE WRINKLES IN HIS FOREHEAD AND DOWN THE LENGTH OF HIS CHEEKS MIXED IN WITH THE POWDER IN HIS HAIR CAME DOWN IN STREAKS AND LINED THE TOP OF HIS COAT WHAT DIDN'T I SEE HIM DO HE CRIED HE LAUGHED HE SIGHED HE LOOKED TENDER OR CALM OR ANGRY A WOMAN WHO IS SWOONING IN GRIEF AN UNHAPPY MAN LEFT IN TOTAL DESPAIR A TEMPLE BEING BUILT BIRDS CALMING DOWN AT SUNSET WATERS EITHER MURMURING IN A COOL LONELY PLACE OR DESCENDING IN A TORRENT FROM THE HIGH MOUNTAINS A STORM A TEMPEST THE CRIES OF THOSE WHO WERE GOING TO DIE INTERMINGLED WITH THE WHISTLING WINDS THE BURSTS OF THUNDER THE NIGHT WITH ITS SHADOWS SILENT AND DARK FOR SOUNDS DO DEPICT EVEN SILENCE HIS MIND WAS COMPLETELY GONE
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