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grows worse; it is a humming sound. It distracts me; twice I have failed to hear the captain and have been reprimanded.
April 22.—So bad is my head that I go to see the doctor. He speaks of tinnitus, and gives me an inhaling apparatus that shall reach, he says, the inner ear.
April 25.—The apparatus is of no use. The sound is now become like the booming of a great church bell. It reminds me of the bell at St. Lambart on that terrible day of last August.
April 26.—I could swear that it is the bell of St. Lambart that I hear all the time. They rang it as the procession came out of the church.
The man's writing, at first firm enough, begins to straggle unevenly over the page
