Спрут: Калифорнийская история

           Hersoul!Thatwasbeautiful,nodoubt.But,again,itwassomethingveryvague,intangible,hardlymorethanaphrase.Butthetouchofherhandwasreal,thesoundofhervoicewasreal,theclaspofherarmsaboutmyneckwasreal.Oh,”hecried,shakenwithasuddenwrenchofpassion,“givethosebacktome.TellyourGodtogivethosebacktome—thesoundofhervoice,thetouchofherhand,theclaspofherdeararms,REAL,REAL,andthenyoumaytalktomeofHeaven.”

           Sarriashookhishead.“Butwhenyoumeetheragain,”heobserved,“inHeaven,you,too,willbechanged.Youwillseeherspiritualised,withspiritualeyes.Assheisnow,shedoesnotappealtoyou.Iunderstandthat.Itisbecause,asyousay,youareonlyhuman,whilesheisdivine.Butwhenyoucometobelikeher,assheisnow,youwillknowherasshereallyis,notassheseemedtobe,becausehervoicewassweet,becauseherhairwaspretty,becauseherhandwaswarminyours.Vanamee,yourtalkisthatofafoolishchild.YouarelikeoneoftheCorinthianstowhomPaulwrote.Doyouremember?Listennow.Icanrecallthewords,andsuchwords,beautifulandterribleatthesametime,suchamajesty.Theymarchlikesoldierswithtrumpets.’Butsomemanwillsay’—asyouhavesaidjustnow—’Howarethedeadraisedup?Andwithwhatbodydotheycome?Thoufool!Thatwhichthousowestisnotquickenedexceptitdie,andthatwhichthousowest,thousowestnotthatbodythatshallbe,butbaregrain.Itmaychanceofwheat,orofsomeothergrain.