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Day 3 Page 3 Tippewa. close again without the Lake. map reading. The writer and the character are finding the journey diff- icult. We are drunk, and have been waiting. Looking out. Liking the idea of being filled up. Enlightenment will not be our extream. The sense of hope and the word unreal do not exist. Yet not one word will be waisted, This includes witness and search. For out there we will comfort in your distance from this assured wildness. Offencive yes from memory loss. Time is over for the day. The stove filled with fish. Should I mention the Lady who is cleaning it now. Little on the wings of turmoil. Day 4 Jazz sticks beat. Now it. is a zither. While she looks in the plated gold mirror she says bass now. Rusty is up in the bathroom with James Joyce, who does not know of at all though: he spoke the same Molly words I am sure to his wife Rose in the beginning, and handing it to him, it seemed like in the end. When the oar broke it was a dream. It was God and alone. The rocks and the rushing. No explanation. The giving; the going on through the turning. A long time looking up. The dashing of trees. The insight of the Indian; holding his worry, and starting to think about anger with any suggestion of Albright's laughter.