Волны

           Butcanthislast?Isaidtomyself,byalioninTrafalgarSquare,bythelionseenonceandforever;--soIrevisitmypastlife,scenebyscene;thereisanelmtree,andthereliesPercival.Foreverandever,Iswore.Thendartedintheusualdoubt.Iclutchedyourhand.Youleftme.ThedescentintotheTubewaslikedeath.Wewerecutup,weweredisseveredbyallthosefacesandthehollowwindthatseemedtoroardownthereoverdesertboulders.Isatstaringinmyownroom.ByfiveIknewthatyouwerefaithless.Isnatchedthetelephoneandthebuzz,buzz,buzzofitsstupidvoiceinyouremptyroombatteredmyheartdown,whenthedooropenedandthereyoustood.Thatwasthemostperfectofourmeetings.Butthesemeetings,thesepartings,finallydestroyus.

           ’Nowthisroomseemstomecentral,somethingscoopedoutoftheeternalnight.Outsidelinestwistandintersect,butroundus,wrappingusabout.Herewearecentred.Herewecanbesilent,orspeakwithoutraisingourvoices.Didyounoticethatandthenthat?wesay.Hesaidthat,meaning....Shehesitated,andIbelievesuspected.Anyhow,Iheardvoices,asobonthestairlateatnight.Itistheendoftheirrelationship.Thuswespinroundusinfinitelyfinefilamentsandconstructasystem.PlatoandShakespeareareincluded,alsoquiteobscurepeople,peopleofnoimportancewhatsoever.Ihatemenwhowearcrucifixesontheleftsideoftheirwaistcoats.IhateceremoniesandlamentationsandthesadfigureofChristtremblingbesideanothertremblingandsadfigure.