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But so superstitious are they in the observance of their rites , that this poor woman had been obliged to walk about nine miles to-day . Proceeds delivered from the Conversion Gift Box automatically purchase a Zero-Percent C of I in the recipient 's TreasuryDirect account . I accepted and joined him in another round of " Pistol Packin ' Mama , " still not sure whether Tomaso hated Americans after all . Am I in agreement with my peers at the Counselors Academy and readers of PR News that the corporate communications side of the industry is doing enough ? It is a different matter that the man resigned after a few months saying that he would rather be chairman of the district council than a minister , although the rumour was that he went away because he could n't understand what was being said around him in English . Having taught some of his novels in my Western Civilization classes , I can say that he has touched my students and me in a manner that no other Christian apologist ( Pascal , say , or Kierkegaard , or his contemporary John Henry Newman ) has quite succeeded in doing . You are quite knowledgeable and I regret sparring with you in such a manner the last few days . This sick leave balance can be restored to you in the event that you are reappointed to a federal government agency or if you are currently employed by another federal agency and covered under the provisions of Chapter 63 of Title 5 , United States Code . " The inflated male ego does not allow the man to accept , acknowledge or appreciate the fact that a woman can do better than him in all fields . " I remember him in the early days of my professional life - his urbanity and kindness toward the younger portion of the profession - the readiness with which he extended his aid and encouraged them in the trial of their causes , and the pleasant familiarity with which he always met and greeted his professional brethren . Thanking you in advance . Accordingly , I ask you to join with me in adding our efforts to the legacy of the University 's past . The place , I 'll make it all the same , I 'll make it in my head , I 'll draw it out of my memory , I 'll gather it all about me , I 'll make myself a head , I 'll make myself a memory , I have only to listen , the voice will tell me everything , tell it to me again , everything I need , in dribs and drabs , breathless , it 's like a confession , a last confession , you think it 's finished , then it starts off again , there were so many sins , the memory is so bad , the words do n't come , the words fail , the breath fails , no , it 's something else , it 's an indictment , a dying voice accusing , accusing me , you must accuse someone , a culprit is indispensable , it speaks of my sins , it speaks of my head , it says it 's mine , it says that I repent , that I want to be punished , better than I am , that I want to go , give myself up , a victim is essential , I have only to listen , it will show me my hiding-place , what it 's like , where the door is , if there 's a door , and whereabouts I am in it , and what lies between us , how the land lies , what kind of country , whether it 's sea , or whether it 's mountain , and the way to take , so that I may go , make my escape , give myself up , come to the place where the axe falls , without further ceremony , on all who come from here , I 'm not the first , I wo n't be the first , it will best me in the end , it has bested better than me , it will tell me what to do , in order to rise , move , act like a body endowed with despair , that 's how I reason , that 's how I hear myself reasoning , all lies , it 's not me they're calling , not me they're talking about , it 's not yet my turn , it 's someone else 's turn , that 's why I ca n't stir , that 's why I do n't feel a body on me , I 'm not suffering enough yet , it 's not yet my turn , not suffering enough to be able to stir , to have a body , complete with head , to be able to understand , to have eyes to light the way , I merely hear , without understanding , without being able to profit by it , by what I hear , to do what , to rise and go and be done with hearing , I do n't hear everything , that must be it , the important things escape me , it 's not my turn , the topographical and anatomical information in particular is lost on me , no , I hear everything , what difference does it make , the moment it 's not my turn , my turn to understand , my turn to live , my turn of the lifescrew , it calls that living , the space of the way from here to the door , it 's all there , in what I hear , somewhere , if all has been said , all this long time , all must have been said , but it 's not my turn to know what , to know what I am , where I am , and what I should do to stop being it , to stop being there , that 's coherent , so as to be another , no , the same , I do n't know , depart into life , travel the road , find the door , find the axe , perhaps it 's a cord , for the neck , for the throat , for the cords , or fingers , I 'll have eyes , I 'll see fingers , it will be the silence , perhaps it 's a drop , find the door , open the door , drop , into the silence , it wo n't be I , I 'll stay here , or there , more likely there , it will never be I , that 's all I know , it 's all been done already , said and said again , the departure , the body that rises , the way , in colour , the arrival , the door that opens , closes again , it was never I , I've never stirred , I've listened , I must have spoken , why deny it , why not admit it , after all , I deny nothing , I admit nothing , I say what I hear , I hear what I say , I do n't know , one or the other , or both , that makes three possibilities , pick your fancy , all these stories about travelers , these stories about paralytics , all are mine , I must be extremely old , or it 's memory playing tricks , if only I knew if I've lived , if I live , if I 'll live , that would simplify everything , impossible to find out , that 's where you're buggered , I have n't stirred , that 's all I know , no , I know something else , it 's not I , I always forget that , I resume , you must resume , never stirred from here , never stopped telling stories , to myself , hardly hearing them , hearing something else , listening for something else , wondering now and then where I got them from , was I in the land of the living , were they in mine , and where , where do I store them , in my head , I do n't feel a head on me , and what do I tell them with , with my mouth , same remark , and what do I hear them with , and so on , the old rigmarole , it ca n't be I , or it 's because I pay no heed , it 's such an old habit , I do it without heeding , or as if I were somewhere else , there I am far again , there I am the absentee again , it 's his turn again now , he who neither speaks nor listens , who has neither body nor soul , it 's something else he has , he must have something , he must be somewhere , he is made of silence , there 's a pretty analysis , he 's in the silence , he 's the one to be sought , the one to be , the one to be spoken of , the one to speak , but he ca n't speak , then I could stop , I 'd be he , I 'd be the silence , I 'd be back in the silence , we 'd be reunited , his story the story to be told , but he has no story , he has n't been in story , it 's not certain , he 's in his own story , unimaginable , unspeakable , that does n't matter , the attempt must be made , in the old stories incomprehensibly mine , to find his , it must be there somewhere , it must have been mine , before being his , I 'll recognize it , in the end I 'll recognize it , the story of the silence that he never left , that I should never have left , that I may never find again , that I may find again , then it will be he , it will be I , it will be the place , the silence , the end , the beginning , the beginning again , how can I say it , that 's all words , they're all I have , and not many of them , the words fail , the voice fails , so be it , I know that well , it will be the silence , full of murmurs , distant cries , the usual silence , spent listening , spent waiting , waiting for the voice , the cries abate , like all cries , that is to say they stop , the murmurs cease , they give up , the voice begins again , it begins trying again , quick now before there is none left , no voice left , nothing left but the core of murmurs , distant cries , quick now and try again , with the words that remain , try what , I do n't know , I've forgotten , it does n't matter , I never knew , to have them carry me into my story , the words that remain , my old story , which I've forgotten , far from here , through the noise , through the door , into the silence , that must be it , it 's too late , perhaps it 's too late , perhaps they have , how would I know , in the silence you do n't know , perhaps it 's the door , perhaps I 'm at the door , that would surprise me , perhaps it 's I , perhaps somewhere or other it was I , I can depart , all this time I've journeyed without knowing it , it 's I now at the door , what door , what 's a door doing here , it 's the last words , the true last , or it 's the murmurs , the murmurs are coming , I know that well , no , not even that , you talk of murmurs , distant cries , as long as you can talk , you talk of them before and you talk of them after , more lies , it will be the silence , the one that does n't last , spent listening , spent waiting , for it to be broken , for the voice to break it , perhaps there 's no other , I do n't know , it 's not worth having , that 's all I know , it 's not I , that 's all I know , it 's not mine , it 's the only one I ever had , that 's a lie , I must have had the other , the one that lasts , but it did n't last , I do n't understand , that is to say it did , it still lasts , I 'm still in it , I left myself behind in it , I 'm waiting for me there , no , there you do n't wait , you do n't listen , I do n't know , perhaps it 's a dream , all a dream , that would surprise me , I 'll wake , in the silence , and never sleep again , it will be I , or dream , dream again , dream of a silence , a dream silence , full of murmurs , I do n't know , that 's all words , never wake , all words , there 's nothing else , you must go on , that 's all I know , they're going to stop , I know that well , I can feel it , they're going to abandon me , it will be the silence , for a moment , a good few moments , or it will be mine , the lasting one , that did n't last , that still lasts , it will be I , you must go on , I ca n't go on , you must go on , I 'll go on , you must say words , as long as there are any , until they find me , until they say me , strange pain , strange sin , you must go on , perhaps it 's done already , perhaps they have said me already , perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story , before the door that opens on my story , that would surprise me , if it opens , it will be I , it will be the silence , where I am , I do n't know , I 'll never know , in the silence you do n't know , you must go on , I ca n't go on , I 'll go on . Do change order status to I in the bib record to show that item is received . An automatic or semiautomatic system may help him in this task . In any case , I want to find a better way to distance ourselves from the technological imperative ; they seem to me in danger of being captured by it . Nurses help check you in , routinely check your vital signs , administer medications , assist with IV therapy , help communicate your needs to appropriate staff , and in general help make your stay successful and comfortable . Some of the sources came to me in hard copy ; the labour of typing quotations in by hand , of leafing through separate texts to identify key passages , for me emphasises their separateness , the claim of the original author over the knowledge . Then they put me in one of the vans with the children . Pressure by the United States caused the Russian tsar Nicholas I in 1839 to give up one of the Russian colonies in North America .