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PARADISE LOST

Each day at dawn, with my schoolbag under my arm, I would «,alk through Elbeuf amid the labourers going to work. One could hear the machines in the factories slowly starting to turn. The great glass windows would suddenly light up on the stroke of six-thirty. Presently in the smoky light of a railway compartment, seated on dirty brown cushions, I would be trying to review my lessons. How many verses I have recited between Elbeuf and Rouen! Even to-day I cannot think of those hideous stations, that charming countryside, those rivers and forests without seeming to hear the stanzas of Polyeucte, la Jeune Captive, la Nuit de Mai, or perhaps: `Sing, goddess, the wrath of Peleus' son Achilles . . .'
The order of the stations, their distance from one another, their odd dissimilar names formed a kind of musical phrase in my mind with a complex rhythm that I loved. First came Elbeuf-Rouvalets, a brie stop, a semi-quaver barely separated by a sigh from the point of departure. Then as far as La Bouille-Moulineaux was the longest run of the trip, an interminable pause, punctuated by a noisy tunnel in the course o which one could shout without disturbing the other passengers: `Eighteen eleven! 0 year when the numberless nations . . .' or: `Sad plain o Waterloo . . . ' Then came in quick, regular succession Grand-Couronne, Petit-Couronne, Grand-Quevilly, Petit-Quevilly, and finally Rouen. Tac-tac ... Tac-tac-tac-tac. That was the rhythm of my childish thoughts on this daily morning trip, and when the exigent manceuvres of a deputy resulted in establishing a station at Hetre-a-1'Image in the middle of a wood, and thus interrupting my longest pause by a short and wholly useless stop, it seemed to me that a strange and alarming dissonance ha been brought into my life.
The first day that I spent at the Lycee of Rouen was marred by a sm but distressing incident that made so deep an impression that I should not consider it honest to omit it from this narrative. At that time it was the custom to begin the academic year by a mass called the Mass of the Holy Ghost, celebrated in the beautiful chapel of the Lycee, which had once been a Jesuit College; the purpose of this mass was to invoke the benediction of the Holy Spirit upon the labours of the students. A few minutes before the ceremony the Head Usher called us together in the grand

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