89. From there I began to tell you about the Captain’s
sculpture, and after that I began this account of the figurines in my mother’s
house that I destroyed as I child.
90. It seems I am hardly likely to finish any one of these
little stories, and why, do you suppose I am wandering off like this, it must
be that I am trying to avoid my first stated purpose.
91. Thinking back on it now, I recall the first words of this
story which were, “Why is it, I ask you, that a moment comes when we are
suddenly overcome by this desire to tell our friends an account of something
that has happened to us in the past, in an effort to illustrate just how stupid
and naive we have been.”
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