i blame this book, really |
the night must have tired me, at least weakened me, and the sun, hoisting itself higher and higher in the east, had poisoned me, while i slept.i ought to bulk of the rock between it and me before closing my eyes. i confuse east and west, the poles too, i invert them readily.
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