第七个这样说了，其他六个都同情地看着他，什么也没再说。夜越来越深了，大家都一个接一个心甘情愿地睡着了。
但第七个自我还在观察、凝望着那藏在一切事物背后的虚无。
seven selves
in the silent hour of the night, as i lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in ht to do but reneht. i can bear my fate no longer, and noiven me to be this madman’s joyous self. i laugh his laughter and sing his happy hours, and ed feet i dance his brighter thoughts. it is i that ainst my brand of ainst this madman.
fourth self: i, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught iven me but the odious hatred and destructive loathing. it is i, the tempest-like self, the one born in the black caves of hell, ainst serving this madman.
fifth self: nay, it is i, the thinking self, the fanciful self, the self of hunger and thirst, the one doomed to s and things not yet created; it is i, not you, self, the pitiful labourer, ing eyes, fashion the days into images and give the formless elements neainst this restless madman.
seventh self: hoe that you all ainst this man,because each and every one of you has a preordained fate to fulfil. ah!could i but be like one of you, a self self, the one life. is it you or i, neighbours, more; and as the night gre and gazing at nothingness,s.
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