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Chapter XI \ Twas breathing hard as I ran and the sweat settled heavy on my brow; The wind blew i quick with my heaving and my whimpering nostrols byrst with flames Memory rolled beneath % my feet and the black ashes moved silent with my bendings Across the sky the trees were i still and the ivy hung, as if in dying remorse, om the high highschool walls; The wind x seemed only in the valley, where the football and track field were placed; My lips were a panting and I breathed deep and spit the flem into the passing wind in a catching moment i of a terrible rush Way within I had’ reached to catch the smoke curled solid in my lungs x, from the night before, Yeast was covering my chest and burning my neck,’ How many times . ; had I ryn like this in the sun after a night of hard reaching with the spirit, for heaven 3 or ‘hell? Sax times around, a mile and a half, Keep it going Frost, Run the heart as high ; as the trees, an over the wind and keep it at your heelag' for tomorrow you enter the & hostipal for foie last operation on your scarred faces i x = }