Волны

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           ’Unknown,withorwithoutasecret,itdoesnotmatter,’saidRhoda,’heislikeastonefallenintoapondroundwhichminnowsswarm.Likeminnows,wewhohadbeenshootingthisway,thatway,allshotroundhimwhenhecame.Likeminnows,consciousofthepresenceofagreatstone,weundulateandeddycontentedly.Comfortstealsoverus.Goldrunsinourblood.One,two;one,two;theheartbeatsinserenity,inconfidence,insometranceofwell-being,insomeraptureofbenignity;andlook--theoutermostpartsoftheearth--paleshadowsontheutmosthorizon,Indiaforinstance,riseintoourpurview.Theworldthathadbeenshrivelled,roundsitself;remoteprovincesarefetchedupoutofdarkness;weseemuddyroads,twistedjungle,swarmsofmen,andthevulturethatfeedsonsomebloatedcarcassaswithinourscope,partofourproudandsplendidprovince,sincePercival,ridingaloneonaflea-bittenmare,advancesdownasolitarypath,hashiscamppitchedamongdesolatetrees,andsitsalone,lookingattheenormousmountains.’

           ’ItisPercival,’saidLouis,’sittingsilentashesatamongtheticklinggrasseswhenthebreezepartedthecloudsandtheyformedagain,whomakesusawarethattheseattemptstosay,"Iamthis,Iamthat,"whichwemake,comingtogether,likeseparatedpartsofonebodyandsoul,arefalse.Somethinghasbeenleftoutfromfear.Somethinghasbeenaltered,fromvanity.Wehavetriedtoaccentuatedifferences.Fromthedesiretobeseparatewehavelaidstressuponourfaults,andwhatisparticulartous.