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Chapter 44

           Hesaid,HenrickNygaard,cursedbyGod,wroteusinhisownbloodintheyear1912.Thatwastenyearsbefore.NowIwillreadyoutheothertwotextshehadcutandthenstainedinwithblood."Conchisopenedthebookbesidehim."OnewasfromExodus:’Theyencampedintheedgeofthewilderness.AndtheLordwentbeforethembydayinapillarofcloud,andbynightinapillaroffire.’TheotherwasanechoofthesametextintheApocrypha.Here.FromEsdras:’Igaveyoulightinapillaroffire,yethaveyouforgottenme,saiththeLord.’"ThesetextsremindedmeofMontaigne.Youknowhehadforty-twoproverbsandquotationspaintedacrossthebeamsofhisstudyroof.ButtherewasnoneofthesanityofMontaigneinHenrik.MoretheintensityofPascal’sfamousMémorialthosetwocrucialhoursinhislifethathecouldafterwardsdescribeonlybyoneword:feu.SometimesroomsseemtoimbibethespiritofthepeoplewhohavelivedinthemthinkofSavonarola’scellinFlorence.Andthiswassuchaplace.Onedidnothavetoknowtheoccupant’spast.Thesuffering,theagony,thementalsicknesswereaspalpableastumors."Ileftthecabinandwentcautiouslytowardstheseide.Itcameinsightthroughthetrees.Itwasnotatruedolmen,butsimplyatallboulderthatwindandfrosthadweatheredintoapicturesqueshape.Gustavpointed.Somefiftyyardsaway,onthefarsideofaclumpofbirches,hiddenfromtheseide,stoodaman.Ifocusedmyglassesonhim.

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