Capitolo 6
also memoirs there was such thing as a doctor. I placed for there a
while, rather senseless; and the man that was kindly-looking and
close-trimmed and of father, it gave me anything in a glass: after
he became round and it examined the body. He seemed hard to the
also, revolver and it chalked his/her place on the earth. Then I saw anybody
for two women they lifted me more, in their arm and they brought in bed me on;
and with that, the first scene of my infancy seemed to end
entirely.
I placed in bed for one day or two during that the time I was weakly aware
of a lot of emotion that follows here and there in the house; and the
doctor came to night and morning, and if care attentively took me of. I suppose me
now to call him/it the doctor, although to the duration I didn't call him/it
then--I knew only it as a visible figure. I don't believe that I Thought
to all during those more first days, or it gave names of things in some known
language. They passed dreamily rather in front of me in long procession,
as a vague panorama. When people spoke to me, it was as the
sound of a foreign language. I didn't give anything anymore importance
theirs said that to the croaking of the fraud cheating in the trees from the
parsonage.
At the end of five days, the doctor once more it came, and it looked me at a
great quantity, and he/she talked in a low voice to a woman in a white beret and
a white and clean apron that waited on me daily. He had just gone,
my nanny, as I learned later to call not so very hard it to
you allow to fall in the language of the life of every day when one has to describe
things to other people,--my nanny found me on, with a lot of ado and
solemnity, and it dressed me in a black and new cowl, very dark and
ugly, and I offered me a black hat, with a veil that dark-looks; and
takes down me from the staircases, with the help of a man that brought a suit of blue
suits and a strange kind of helmet. The man was of the kind me now
you call a police officer. These portraits are far less defined in my mind
what what starts my second life; but anchor, in a vague kind