Волны

           Iamafraidoftheshockofsensationthatleapsuponme,becauseIcannotdealwithitasyoudo--Icannotmakeonemomentmergeinthenext.Tometheyareallviolent,allseparate;andifIfallundertheshockoftheleapofthemomentyouwillbeonme,tearingmetopieces.Ihavenoendinview.Idonotknowhowtorunminutetominuteandhourtohour,solvingthembysomenaturalforceuntiltheymakethewholeandindivisiblemassthatyoucalllife.Becauseyouhaveanendinview--oneperson,isit,tositbeside,anideaisit,yourbeautyisit?Idonotknow--yourdaysandhourspassliketheboughsofforesttreesandthesmoothgreenofforestridestoahoundrunningonthescent.Butthereisnosinglescent,nosinglebodyformetofollow.AndIhavenoface.Iamlikethefoamthatracesoverthebeachorthemoonlightthatfallsarrowlikehereonatincan,hereonaspikeofthemailedseaholly,oraboneorahalf-eatenboat.Iamwhirleddowncaverns,andflaplikepaperagainstendlesscorridors,andmustpressmyhandagainstthewalltodrawmyselfback.

           ’ButsinceIwishaboveallthingstohavelodgment,Ipretend,asIgoupstairslaggingbehindJinnyandSusan,tohaveanendinview.IpullonmystockingsasIseethempullontheirs.Iwaitforyoutospeakandthenspeaklikeyou.IamdrawnhereacrossLondontoaparticularspot,toaparticularplace,nottoseeyouoryouoryou,buttolightmyfireatthegeneralblazeofyouwholivewholly,indivisiblyandwithoutcaring.