Хвилі

           Withintermittentshocks,suddenasthespringsofatiger,lifeemergesheavingitsdarkcrestfromthesea.Itistothisweareattached;itistothiswearebound,asbodiestowildhorses.Andyetwehaveinventeddevicesforfillingupthecrevicesanddisguisingthesefissures.Hereistheticketcollector.Herearetwomen;threewomen;thereisacatinabasket;myselfwithmyelbowonthewindow-sill--thisishereandnow.Wedrawon,wemakeoff,throughwhisperingfieldsofgoldencorn.Womeninthefieldsaresurprisedtobeleftbehindthere,hoeing.Thetrainnowstampsheavily,breathesstertorously,asitclimbsupandup.Atlastweareonthetopofthemoor.Onlyafewwildsheeplivehere;afewshaggyponies;yetweareprovidedwitheverycomfort;withtablestoholdournewspapers,withringstoholdourtumblers.Wecomecarryingtheseapplianceswithusoverthetopofthemoor.Nowweareonthesummit.Silencewillclosebehindus.IfIlookbackoverthatbaldhead,Icanseesilencealreadyclosingandtheshadowsofcloudschasingeachotherovertheemptymoor;silenceclosesoverourtransientpassage.ThisIsayisthepresentmoment;thisisthefirstdayofthesummerholidays.Thisispartoftheemergingmonstertowhomweareattached.’

           ’Nowweareoff,’saidLouis.’NowIhangsuspendedwithoutattachments.Wearenowhere.WearepassingthroughEnglandinatrain.Englandslipsbythewindow,alwayschangingfromhilltowood,fromriversandwillowstotownsagain.AndIhavenofirmgroundtowhichIgo.