Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter VI
No,thatwhichhastroubledthedarkness,thatwhichhasenteredintotheemptynight—iscomingnearertome—physicallynearer,actuallynearer.”
Hisvoicesankagain.Hisfacelikethefaceofyoungerprophets,theseers,tookonahalf-inspiredexpression.Helookedvaguelybeforehimwithunseeingeyes.
“Suppose,”hemurmured,“supposeIstandthereunderthepeartreesatnightandcallheragainandagain,andeachtimetheAnswercomesnearerandnearerandIwaituntilatlastonenight,thesupremenightofall,she—she——”
Suddenlythetensionbroke.WithasharpcryandaviolentuncertaingestureofthehandVanameecametohimself.
“Oh,”heexclaimed,“whatisit?DoIdare?Whatdoesitmean?TherearetimeswhenitappalsmeandtherearetimeswhenitthrillsmewithasweetnessandahappinessthatIhavenotknownsinceshedied.Thevaguenessofit!HowcanIexplainittoyou,thisthathappenswhenIcalltoheracrossthenight—thatfaint,far-off,unseentrembleinthedarkness,thatintangible,scarcelyperceptiblestir.Somethingneitherheardnorseen,appealingtoasixthsenseonly.Listen,itissomethinglikethis:OnQuienSabe,alllastweek,wehavebeenseedingtheearth.Thegrainistherenowundertheearthburiedinthedark,intheblackstillness,undertheclods.
