Волны

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           ’Theirongateshaverolledback,’saidJinny.’Time’sfangshaveceasedtheirdevouring.Wehavetriumphedovertheabyssesofspace,withrouge,withpowder,withflimsypocket-handkerchiefs.’

           ’Igrasp,Iholdfast,’saidSusan.’Iholdfirmlytothishand,anyone’s,withlove,withhatred;itdoesnotmatterwhich.’

           ’Thestillmood,thedisembodiedmoodisonus,’saidRhoda,’andweenjoythismomentaryalleviation(itisnotoftenthatonehasnoanxiety)whenthewallsofthemindbecometransparent.Wren’spalace,likethequartetplayedtothedryandstrandedpeopleinthestalls,makesanoblong.Asquareisstoodupontheoblongandwesay,"Thisisourdwelling-place.Thestructureisnowvisible.Verylittleisleftoutside."’

           ’Theflower,’saidBernard,’theredcarnationthatstoodinthevaseonthetableoftherestaurantwhenwedinedtogetherwithPercival,isbecomeasix-sidedflower;madeofsixlives.’

           ’Amysteriousillumination,’saidLouis,’visibleagainstthoseyewtrees.’

           ’Builtupwithmuchpain,manystrokes,’saidJinny.

           ’Marriage,death,travel,friendship,’saidBernard;’townandcountry;childrenandallthat;amany-sidedsubstancecutoutofthisdark;amany-facetedflower.Letusstopforamoment;letusbeholdwhatwehavemade.Letitblazeagainsttheyewtrees.Onelife.There.Itisover.Goneout.’

           ’Nowtheyvanish,’saidLouis.’SusanwithBernard.NevillewithJinny.YouandI,Rhoda,stopforamomentbythisstoneurn.