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Oh evil one, you must by now have found the letter, you must have wept with fury, and you must have insulted my mother's memory, calling her rotten bitch and mother of dogs, you must have drunk alone, all by yourself, your twilight tea, looking at my old shoes forever empty, and you won't be able any longer to recall my illnesses, my night dreams, my meals, without cursing me aloud as if I were still there, complaining about the tropics, about the corringhis coolies, about the poisonous fevers that did me so much harm, and about the frightful Englishmen that I still hate.
Evil one, really, what an enormous night, what a lonely earth!