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Whatever the case, those are the words of my frequent soliloquies, which you can paraphrase however you like, provided you conclude from them that I understand disgust for oneself or the torment of conscience which arises from the uselessness of the gifts given to us by heaven. It's the cruelest thing of all. WHATEVER THE CASE THOSE ARE THE WORDS OF MY FREQUENT SOLILOQUIES WHICH YOU CAN PARAPHRASE HOWEVER YOU LIKE PROVIDED YOU CONCLUDE FROM THEM THAT I UNDERSTAND DISGUST FOR ONESELF OR THE TORMENT OF CONSCIENCE WHICH ARISES FROM THE USELESSNESS OF THE GIFTS GIVEN TO US BY HEAVEN IT'S THE CRUELLEST THING OF ALL
 'A meeting. That's impossible.' 'Perhaps when you are going to mass.' 'Mamma always comes with me. But if he came here early in the morning. I get up first, and I'm at the counter before they get up.' He comes. He is pleasing. One fine day at dusk the girl disappears, and I get paid my two thousand écus. How come you possess such talent and are short of bread. You wretched man, aren't you ashamed?" I remember a group of scoundrels who couldn't hold a candle to me and who were loaded with money. I was in a buckram overcoat, and they were dressed in velvet, leaning on gold-headed canes shaped like ravens' beaks, with pictures of Aristotle or Plato on cameo rings on their fingers. But who were they? For the most part they were incompetent musicians--nowadays a sort of nobility. At the time it gave me courage, raised my spirits, made my mind more subtle, capable of everything. But these happy states of mind apparently didn't last, because up to now I haven't been able to make any headway. ALLY CURIOUS LET'S SEE IT SHE READS A MEETING THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE PERHAPS WHEN YOU ARE GOING TO MASS MAMMA ALWAYS COMES WITH ME BUT IF HE CAME HERE EARLY IN THE MORNING I GET UP FIRST AND I'M AT THE COUNTER BEFORE THEY GET UP HE COMES HE IS PLEASING ONE FINE DAY AT DUSK THE GIRL DISAPPEARS AND I GET PAID MY TWO THOUSAND ACUEE HOW COME YOU POSSESS SUCH TALENT AND ARE SHORT OF BREAD YOU WRETCHED MAN AREN'T YOU ASHAMED I REMEMBER A GROUP OF SCOUNDRELS WHO COULDN'T HOLD A CANDLE TO ME AND WHO WERE LOADED WITH MONEY I WAS IN A BUCKRAM OVERCOAT AND THEY WERE DRESSED IN VELVET LEANING ON GOLD HEADED CANES SHAPED LIKE RAVENS BEAKS WITH PICTURES OF ARISTOTLE OR PLATO ON CAMEO RINGS ON THEIR FINGERS BUT WHO WERE THEY FOR THE MOST PART THEY WERE INCOMPETENT MUSICIANS NOWADAYS A SORT OF NOBILITY AT THE TIME IT GAVE ME COURAGE RAISED MY SPIRITS MADE MY MIND MORE SUBTLE CAPABLE OF EVERYTHING BUT THESE HAPPY STATES OF MIND APPARENTLY DIDN'T LAST BECAUSE UP TO NOW I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO MAKE ANY HEADWAY
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