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In the middle of this mess, a fatal thought went through my mind, an idea which made me arrogant and inspired me with pride and insolence: it was the notion that they couldn't do without me, that I was someone indispensable. IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS MESS A FATAL THOUGHT WENT THROUGH MY MIND AN IDEA WHICH MADE ME ARROGANT AND INSPIRED ME WITH PRIDE AND INSOLENCE IT WAS THE NOTION THAT THEY COULDN'T DO WITHOUT ME THAT I WAS SOME ONE INDISPENSABLE
ay to him was a different game altogether. I don't know much about how I framed my apology. "Monsieur, look at this fool..." "He's been making me suffer for too long. I don't want to hear any more talk about him." "Monsieur is angry." "Yes, I am very angry." "That won't happen any more." "Well, the first scoundrel..." I don't know if he was in one of his moody days when Mademoiselle is afraid to go near him and doesn't dare touch him except with velvet mitts or whether he misheard what I was saying or whether I spoke badly, but things got worse than before. To hell with it--doesn't he know me? Doesn't he know that I'm like a child and there are situations where I just let everything go under me? And then, God forgive me, I thought I'd never have a rest from performing. Even a puppet made of steel gets worn out if the strings are pulled from morning to night and from night until morning. I must relieve them of their boredom--I take that for granted--but I have to amuse myself sometimes. KLE THE OTHER ONE AND WHAT I HAD TO SAY TO HIM WAS A DIFFERENT GAME ALTOGETHER I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT HOW I FRAMED MY APOLOGY MONSIEUR LOOK AT THIS FOOL HE'S BEEN MAKING ME SUFFER FOR TOO LONG I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANY MORE TALK ABOUT HIM MONSIEUR IS ANGRY YES I AM VERY ANGRY THAT WON'T HAPPEN ANY MORE WELL THE FIRST SCOUNDREL I DON'T KNOW IF HE IN ONE OF HIS MOODY DAYS WHEN MADEMOISELLE IS AFRAID TO GO NEAR HIM AND DOESN'T DARE TOUCH HIM EXCEPT WITH VELVET MITS OR WHETHER HE MISHEARD WHAT I WAS SAYING OR WHETHER I SPOKE BADLY BUT THING'S GOT WORSE THAN BEFORE TO HELL WITH IT DOESN'T HE KNOW ME DOESN'T HE KNOW THAT I'M LIKE A CHILD AND THAT THERE ARE SITUATIONS WHERE I JUST LET EVERYTHING GO UNDER ME AND THEN GOD FORGIVE ME I THOUGHT I'D NEVER HAVE A REST FROM PERFORMING EVEN A PUPPET MADE OF STEEL GUTS GETS WORN OUT IF THE STRINGS ARE PULLED FROM MORNING TO NIGHT AND FROM NIGHT TO MORNING I MUST RELIEVE THEM OF THEIR BOREDOM I TAKE THAT FOR GRANTED BUT I HAVE TO AMUSE MYSELF SOMETIMES
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