But one image rose after another, incoherent scraps of thought without beginning or end passed through his mind. ![]() He was not thinking of anything and did not want to think. There was a cold damp draught from the window, however without getting up he drew the blanket over him and wrapped himself in it. “It’s better not to sleep at all,” he decided. ![]() ![]() He got up and sat on the edge of the bedstead with his back to the window.
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