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He struck a match and lit the sun, took a bunch of keys from his pocket and swung the bell ropes, said the word and rustled up conferences, public poetry readings, prayers, symposiums and book club meetings, from which we can conclude that it is far better to strike a match and take keys from your pocket in total silence, without uttering so much as a single word.
Silence seeped in from every c***k of midday. Not feeling like going back inside, N. lay himself out on the bench in a shady corner of the garden. He gradually peaked into the interrupted dream of that morning, or, perhaps, woke up inside his own dream. The blue sky, the house, the attic, the swing and the bronze key all found their way into the dream. The blue sky called him out of the house. He walked on and on, until he wa
