Capitolo 70
seemed far more old man, and more serious, and more austere. He had more hair around
also, his/her face a brown and long beard and moustaches heavy; and when me
looked fixed very hard mentally to him, I could recognize the similarity with the
white-bearded man that placed dead on the floor: while in my first
memory, I could do as soon as out some similarity of the
characteristics. This showed that the second scene came from a lot of after the
before: my father owes from that duration you/he/she has started to resemble to his later
same. A sensitive and strange stole on me. It was me that I go to relive mine
the preceding life, piece asunder? It was the going given for making sense of himself/herself/themselves in
slow panorama but to regulate to my vision of sleep? It was my first State
to be known as this in following scenes to my Secondo?
But that was not everything. There were strange questions to decide, also,
on this new dream of dead days. What the meaning of that could be
mysterious child? You seemed to be so vivid, so natural, so indeed; his/her
presence there was so a lot of clearly a pure matter to me, that me
it was not able for a moment separates her/it from the rest of the Portrait. ME
Remembered his/her child, now; as I remembered my mother and my father,
and Australia. There was no room for doubt as to that. His/her child was
an integral part of my true memory. Being floating through the weak one
ocean of years, I was sure that night I had lived once in such
scene, with my mother and child.
Still oh, that child? I never had a brother or sister of mine really, except
his/her half-sister that is dead--the cleric child, Mary Wharton. And
Mary, from what I had learned from Aunt Emma and others, it has to have
it died when I had only solo five months, immediately before us
Australia damages. As, then it was able me, I remember her/it, also in this
is mental and excited of trance or dream? And, above all, as it was able me
you remember far a the more first scene, when my dad was more youth, when his