hodgepodge of languages. He
would walk along groping in
the air, although he passed
between objects with an
inexplicable fluidity, as if be
were endowed with some
instinct of direction based on
an immediate prescience. One
day he forgot to put in his
false teeth, which at night he
left in a glass of water beside
his bed, and he never put
them in again. When Úrsula
undertook the enlargement of
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