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where he was
obliged to
regard the human condition without a trace of pity, without a single
possibility of any way back to life, because by then he would know for
certain
that all his life he had been playing with cheaters who had marked
the cards and
who would, in the end, strip him even of his last means of
defense, of that hope
of someday finding his way back home.

and he saw himself nailed
to the cross of his own
cradle and coffin, painfully trying to tear his body
away, only, eventually, to
deliver himself — utterly naked, without identifying
mark, stripped down to
essentials — into the care of the people whose duty it
was to wash the
corpses, people obeying an order snapped out in the dry air
against a
background loud with torturers and flayers of skin,