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Show 13 new ones will be sorted out from the old. He stares at the paper. He feels an uneasiness in his stomach, a shortness of his chest. Perhaps rest, or a little exercise- Re raises himself slowly to his feet, moves back from the desk, and takes his overcoat down from the peg on which it hangs. He thinks deliberately about the overcoats he has hung on that peg, and tries to remember the sequence of them, but succeeds only in attaining an amalgamated image of them when they begin to wear thin: dark wool overcoats, some dark blue, some brown, all growing threadbare at the sleeves and behind the collar, losing a button here and there. He puts one arm into the current overcoat, and then, with difficulty, the other. Nothing at all is in his mind now, and he is grateful for the relief. |