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Drop upon drop,” said Bernard, “silence falls. It forms on the roof of the mind and falls into pools beneath. For ever alone, alone, alone, —- hear silence fall and sweep its rings to the farthest edges. Gorged and replete, solid with middle-aged content, I, whom loneliness destroys, let silence fall, drop by drop… . As silence falls I am dissolved utterly and become featureless and scarcely to be distinguished from another. It does not matter. What matters?