Волны

           "Isay,addressingwhatisabstract,facingmeeyelessattheendoftheavenue,inthesky,"Isthistheutmostyoucando?"Thenwehavetriumphed.Youhavedoneyourutmost,Isay,addressingthatblankandbrutalface(forhewastwenty-fiveandshouldhavelivedtobeeighty)withoutavail.Iamnotgoingtoliedownandweepawayalifeofcare.(Anentrytobemadeinmypocket-book;contemptforthosewhoinflictmeaninglessdeath.)Further,thisisimportant;thatIshouldbeabletoplacehimintriflingandridiculoussituations,sothathemaynotfeelhimselfabsurd,perchedonagreathorse.Imustbeabletosay,"Percival,aridiculousname."Atthesametimeletmetellyou,menandwomen,hurryingtothetubestation,youwouldhavehadtorespecthim.Youwouldhavehadtoformupandfollowbehindhim.Howstrangetooarone’swaythroughcrowdsseeinglifethroughholloweyes,burningeyes.

           ’Yetalreadysignalsbegin,beckonings,attemptstoluremeback.Curiosityisknockedoutforonlyashorttime.Onecannotliveoutsidethemachineformoreperhapsthanhalfanhour.Bodies,Inote,alreadybegintolookordinary;butwhatisbehindthemdiffers--theperspective.Behindthatnewspaperplacardisthehospital;thelongroomwithblackmenpullingropes;andthentheyburyhim.Yetsinceitsaysafamousactresshasbeendivorced,IaskinstantlyWhich?YetIcannottakeoutmypenny;Icannotbuyapaper;Icannotsufferinterruptionyet.