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And
so
our
widened
incompatibility
ended
at
last
in
open
conflict
.
For
two
vast
days
we
struggled
in
undertones
and
wrestling
contests
.
There
were
times
when
I
beat
and
kicked
him
madly
,
times
when
I
cajoled
and
persuaded
him
,
and
once
I
tried
to
bribe
him
with
the
last
bottle
of
burgundy
,
for
there
was
a
rain-water
pump
from
which
I
could
get
water
.
But
neither
force
nor
kindness
availed
;
he
was
indeed
beyond
reason
.
He
would
neither
desist
from
his
attacks
on
the
food
nor
from
his
noisy
babbling
to
himself
.
The
rudimentary
precautions
to
keep
our
imprisonment
endurable
he
would
not
observe
.
Slowly
I
began
to
realise
the
complete
overthrow
of
his
intelligence
,
to
perceive
that
my
sole
companion
in
this
close
and
sickly
darkness
was
a
man
insane
.
From
certain
vague
memories
I
am
inclined
to
think
my
own
mind
wandered
at
times
.
I
had
strange
and
hideous
dreams
whenever
I
slept
.
It
sounds
paradoxical
,
but
I
am
inclined
to
think
that
the
weakness
and
insanity
of
the
curate
warned
me
,
braced
me
,
and
kept
me
a
sane
man
.
On
the
eighth
day
he
began
to
talk
aloud
instead
of
whispering
,
and
nothing
I
could
do
would
moderate
his
speech
.
"
It
is
just
,
O
God
!
"
he
would
say
,
over
and
over
again
.
"
It
is
just
.
On
me
and
mine
be
the
punishment
laid
.
We
have
sinned
,
we
have
fallen
short
.
There
was
poverty
,
sorrow
;
the
poor
were
trodden
in
the
dust
,
and
I
held
my
peace
.
I
preached
acceptable
folly
--
my
God
,
what
folly
!
--
when
I
should
have
stood
up
,
though
I
died
for
it
,
and
called
upon
them
to
repent-repent
!
...
Oppressors
of
the
poor
and
needy
...
The
wine
press
of
God
!
"
Then
he
would
suddenly
revert
to
the
matter
of
the
food
I
withheld
from
him
,
praying
,
begging
,
weeping
,
at
last
threatening
.
He
began
to
raise
his
voice
--
I
prayed
him
not
to
.
He
perceived
a
hold
on
me
--
he
threatened
he
would
shout
and
bring
the
Martians
upon
us
.
For
a
time
that
scared
me
;
but
any
concession
would
have
shortened
our
chance
of
escape
beyond
estimating
.
I
defied
him
,
although
I
felt
no
assurance
that
he
might
not
do
this
thing
.
But
that
day
,
at
any
rate
,
he
did
not
.
He
talked
with
his
voice
rising
slowly
,
through
the
greater
part
of
the
eighth
and
ninth
days
--
threats
,
entreaties
,
mingled
with
a
torrent
of
half-sane
and
always
frothy
repentance
for
his
vacant
sham
of
God
's
service
,
such
as
made
me
pity
him
.
Then
he
slept
awhile
,
and
began
again
with
renewed
strength
,
so
loudly
that
I
must
needs
make
him
desist
.
"
Be
still
!
"
I
implored
.
He
rose
to
his
knees
,
for
he
had
been
sitting
in
the
darkness
near
the
copper
.
"
I
have
been
still
too
long
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
tone
that
must
have
reached
the
pit
,
"
and
now
I
must
bear
my
witness
.
Woe
unto
this
unfaithful
city
!
Woe
!
Woe
!
Woe
!
Woe
!
Woe
!
To
the
inhabitants
of
the
earth
by
reason
of
the
other
voices
of
the
trumpet
--
--
"
