Nothing more need be said, and it is better that way. The priest has sealed it on behalf of all the rest. They mayor has signed it on behalf of the freemasonry. ![]() It is like a solemn pact between the survivors. When the boiled shirts gather at the gravesideĪnd a leering waistcoast approaches the rostrum. To get together and forget the old times.Īs on those special days, ladies and gentlemen, How comforting it is, once or twice a year, His tongue still searching between his teeth. Here comes the driver, flicking a toothpick into the gutter, The hideous bridesmaids, it is natural that you should resent themīut that will pass, and the cemetery is not far. The way you clasp your flowers and give a little tug at your veil. Which stands on the hill opposite, with gleaming pediments,Īs vivid as this charming square, your home.Īre you shy? You should be. To take you to the city of your ancestors ![]() Today you take your place in the Widow's Shuttle. ![]() ![]() Yesterday the very furniture seemed to reproach you. You will find out that you are not alone in the enterprise. What you must go on forgetting all your life.Īnd with any luck oblivion should discover a ritual. It is what you have forgotten, what you must forget.
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