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18 July, 15:00

You, you'll see no more the pain I suffered, all the pain I caused! Too long you looked on the ones you never should have seen, blind to the ones you longed to see, to know! Blind from this hour on! Blind in the darkness-blind!' His voice like a dirge, rising, over and over raising the pins, raking them down his eyes. And at each stroke blood spurts from the roots splashing his beard, a swirl of it, nerves and clots - black hail of blood pulsing, gushing down.

Explain.