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           Howweworshipthatsoundliketheknockingtogetheroftrucksinasiding!

           ’NowfaroffdowntheriverIhearthechorus;thesongoftheboastingboys,whoarecomingbackinlargecharabancsfromaday’soutingonthedecksofcrowdedsteamers.Stilltheyaresingingastheyusedtosing,acrossthecourt,onwinters’nights,orwiththewindowsopeninsummer,gettingdrunk,breakingthefurniture,wearinglittlestripedcaps,allturningtheirheadsthesamewayasthebrakeroundedthecorner;andIwishedtobewiththem.

           ’Whatwiththechorus,andthespinningwaterandthejustperceptiblemurmurofthebreezeweareslippingaway.Littlebitsofourselvesarecrumbling.There!Somethingveryimportantfellthen.Icannotkeepmyselftogether.Ishallsleep.Butwemustgo;mustcatchourtrain;mustwalkbacktothestation--must,must,must.Weareonlybodiesjoggingalongsidebyside.Iexistonlyinthesolesofmyfeetandinthetiredmusclesofmythighs.Wehavebeenwalkingforhoursitseems.Butwhere?Icannotremember.Iamlikealogslippingsmoothlyoversomewaterfall.Iamnotajudge.Iamnotcalledupontogivemyopinion.Housesandtreesareallthesameinthisgreylight.Isthatapost?Isthatawomanwalking?Hereisthestation,andifthetrainweretocutmeintwo,Ishouldcometogetheronthefurtherside,beingone,beingindivisible.ButwhatisoddisthatIstillclaspthereturnhalfofmytickettoWaterloofirmlybetweenthefingersofmyrighthand,evennow,evensleeping.’

           Nowthesunhadsunk.Skyandseawereindistinguishable.