Портрет художника в юности
Chapter 4
Now,atthenameofthefabulousartificer,heseemedtohearthenoiseofdimwavesandtoseeawingedformflyingabovethewavesandslowlyclimbingtheair.Whatdiditmean?Wasitaquaintdeviceopeningapageofsomemedievalbookofpropheciesandsymbols,ahawk-likemanflyingsunwardabovethesea,aprophecyoftheendhehadbeenborntoserveandhadbeenfollowingthroughthemistsofchildhoodandboyhood,asymboloftheartistforginganewinhisworkshopoutofthesluggishmatteroftheearthanewsoaringimpalpableimperishablebeing?
Hishearttrembled;hisbreathcamefasterandawildspiritpassedoverhislimbsasthoughhewassoaringsunward.Hishearttrembledinanecstasyoffearandhissoulwasinflight.Hissoulwassoaringinanairbeyondtheworldandthebodyheknewwaspurifiedinabreathanddeliveredofincertitudeandmaderadiantandcommingledwiththeelementofthespirit.Anecstasyofflightmaderadianthiseyesandwildhisbreathandtremulousandwildandradianthiswindsweptlimbs.
—One!Two!Lookout!
—Oh,Cripes,I’mdrownded!
—One!Two!Threeandaway!
—Thenext!Thenext!
—One!UK!
—Stephaneforos!
Histhroatachedwithadesiretocryaloud,thecryofahawkoreagleonhigh,tocrypiercinglyofhisdeliverancetothewinds.
