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" The more I reread this list the more I am convinced it is the result of chance and contains no message. But these incomplete pages have accompanied me through all the life that has been left me to live since then; I have often consulted them like an oracle, and I have almost had the impression that what I have written on these pages, which you will now read, unknow reader, is only a cento, a figured hymn, an immense acrostic that says and repeats nothing but what whose fragments have suggested to me , nor do I know whether thus far I have been speaking of them or they have spoken throught my mouth. But whichever of the two possibilities may be correct, the moreI repeat to myself the story that had emerged from them, the less I manage to understand whether in it there is a design that goes beyond the natural sequence of the events and the times that connect them. And it is a hard thing for this old monk, on the threshold of death, not to know whether the letter he had written contains some hidden meaning, or more that one, or many, or none at all. "
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