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           IhavebeentothedepthsofthemuddyliesoftheBerthaCouttsesofthisworld,andwhen,releasedfromthecurrentofgossip,Islowlyrisetothesurfaceagain,Ilookatthedaylightitswonderthatitevershouldbe.

           Itseemstomeabsolutelytrue,thatourworld,whichappearstousthesurfaceofallthings,isreallythebottomofadeepocean:allourtreesaresubmarinegrowths,andweareweird,scaly-cladsubmarinefauna,feedingourselvesonoffallikeshrimps.Onlyoccasionallythesoulrisesgaspingthroughthefathomlessfathomsunderwhichwelive,faruptothesurfaceoftheether,wherethereistrueair.Iamconvincedthattheairwenormallybreatheisakindofwater,andmenandwomenareaspeciesoffish.

           Butsometimesthesouldoescomeup,shootslikeakittiwakeintothelight,withecstasy,afterhavingpreyedonthesubmarinedepths.Itisourmortaldestiny,Isuppose,topreyupontheghastlysubaqueouslifeofourfellow-men,inthesubmarinejungleofmankind.Butourimmortaldestinyistoescape,oncewehaveswallowedourswimmycatch,upagainintothebrightether,burstingoutfromthesurfaceofOldOceanintoreallight.Thenonerealizesone’seternalnature.

           WhenIhearMrsBoltontalk,Ifeelmyselfplungingdown,down,tothedepthswherethefishofhumansecretswriggleandswim.Carnalappetitemakesoneseizeabeakfulofprey:thenup,upagain,outofthedenseintotheethereal,fromthewetintothedry.ToyouIcantellthewholeprocess.