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Sometimes the baby shows us again the (perfectly round) look of consternation, which we remember from his first days. For a moment we feel almost affronted. This face looks at us in a way that does not permit us to find ourselves in it. Hey, you over there! it seems to say, and nothing more. But! we silently reply, and nothing more. At the same time we cannot escape his gaze, or the sadness we discern in it, nor the pain. And as we even feel ourselves drawn to it, the baby’s expression is transformed, first into kindness, then into mirth (our baby is waving a short little stick, beating something that does not in the least appear to be time).

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