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VIII
I BECAME an adept of a new gospel. I made friends with Rudolf. I flattered him and accorded him regard, having a vague intuition that he was merely a tool, that the book was destined for another. He, on the other hand, seemed to be its guardian. He did the cataloguing, the sticking and the unsticking, and hid the key in his cabinet. There was an air of sadness about him, like one who knew that it was for him to stoop whereas it was for me to rise. He was like the one who came to make straight the Lord’s paths.
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