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This fragment feels like a clipped note on hope and judgment, held together more by pressure than by syntax.

The page is too partial to over-read, but its surviving words suggest an attempt to test whether hope is principle, burden, or both.

A tight pensee. Thought, the principle of hope. Have a judgement, one hopeless, other birds going. The page hangs the book's whole hope problem in four breath-long lines.