Волны

           ’Thus,inafewseconds,deftly,adroitly,wedecipherthehieroglyphswrittenonotherpeople’sfaces.Here,inthisroom,aretheabradedandbatteredshellscastontheshore.Thedoorgoesonopening.Theroomfillsandfillswithknowledge,anguish,manykindsofambition,muchindifference,somedespair.Betweenus,yousay,wecouldbuildcathedrals,dictatepolicies,condemnmentodeath,andadministertheaffairsofseveralpublicoffices.Thecommonfundofexperienceisverydeep.Wehavebetweenusscoresofchildrenofbothsexes,whomweareeducating,goingtoseeatschoolwiththemeasles,andbringinguptoinheritourhouses.Inonewayoranotherwemakethisday,thisFriday,somebygoingtotheLawCourts;otherstothecity;otherstothenursery;othersbymarchingandformingfours.Amillionhandsstitch,raisehodswithbricks.Theactivityisendless.Andtomorrowitbeginsagain;tomorrowwemakeSaturday.SometaketrainforFrance;othersshipforIndia.Somewillnevercomeintothisroomagain.Onemaydietonight.Anotherwillbegetachild.Fromuseverysortofbuilding,policy,venture,picture,poem,child,factory,willspring.Lifecomes;lifegoes;wemakelife.Soyousay.

           ’Butwewholiveinthebodyseewiththebody’simaginationthingsinoutline.Iseerocksinbrightsunshine.Icannottakethesefactsintosomecaveand,shadingmyeyes,gradetheiryellows,blues,umbersintoonesubstance.Icannotremainseatedforlong.Imustjumpupandgo.ThecoachmaystartfromPiccadilly.