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PART II - CHAPTER XVIII

not matter. But we can discern nothing of the future.

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It is now the eleventh moon of the year. Snow lies upon the ground, and the bamboos are heavy with it in the garden, so that they are a frothing sea of white waves when the wind stirs them gently. My brother's wife grows great with child. At my mother's house there is a heavy sense of waiting. For what? I ask myself daily.
This day when I rose from my bed I saw the trees bare and blackened against a grey and wintry sky. I waked suddenly and in fear, as from an evil dream; yet when I examined my memory I had dreamed of nothing. What is the meaning of our life? It is in the hands of the gods, and we know nothing except fear.
I have tried to discover why I am afraid. It is for my son? But he is a young lion for strength. He talks now like a king, commanding the world. Only his father dares to disobey him with laughter. As for me, I am his slave, and he knows it. He knows everything, the rogue l No, it is not my son.
But however I reason of the matter, I cannot cast aside my restlessness, my instinct of future

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