Волны

           Menclutchtheirnewspapersalittletighter,asourwindsweepsthem,envisagingdeath.Butweroaron.Weareabouttoexplodeintheflanksofthecitylikeashellinthesideofsomeponderous,maternal,majesticanimal.Shehumsandmurmurs;sheawaitsus.

           ’MeanwhileasIstandlookingfromthetrainwindow,Ifeelstrangely,persuasively,thatbecauseofmygreathappiness(beingengagedtobemarried)Iambecomepartofthisspeed,thismissilehurledatthecity.Iamnumbedtotoleranceandacquiescence.Mydearsir,Icouldsay,whydoyoufidget,takingdownyoursuitcaseandpressingintoitthecapthatyouhavewornallnight?Nothingwecandowillavail.Overusallbroodsasplendidunanimity.Weareenlargedandsolemnizedandbrushedintouniformityaswiththegreywingofsomeenormousgoose(itisafinebutcolourlessmorning)becausewehaveonlyonedesire--toarriveatthestation.Idonotwantthetraintostopwithathud.Idonotwanttheconnectionwhichhasboundustogethersittingoppositeeachotherallnightlongtobebroken.Idonotwanttofeelthathateandrivalryhaveresumedtheirsway;anddifferentdesires.Ourcommunityintherushingtrain,sittingtogetherwithonlyonewish,toarriveatEuston,wasverywelcome.Butbehold!Itisover.Wehaveattainedourdesire.Wehavedrawnupattheplatform.Hurryandconfusionandthewishtobefirstthroughthegateintotheliftassertthemselves.ButIdonotwishtobefirstthroughthegate,toassumetheburdenofindividuallife.