Спрут: Каліфорнійська історія

           HismindwentbackmanyyearstothattimebeforethetragedyofAngele’sdeath,beforethemysteryoftheOther.Hewaitedthenashewaitednow.Butthenhehadnotwaitedinvain.Then,asnow,hehadseemedtofeelherapproach,seemedtofeelherdrawingnearerandnearertotheirrendezvous.Now,whatwouldhappen?Hedidnotknow.Hewaited.Hewaited,hopingallthings.Hewaited,believingallthings.Hewaited,enduringallthings.HetrustedintheVision.

           Meanwhile,asspringadvanced,theflowersintheSeedranchbegantocometolife.Overthefivehundredacreswhereontheflowerswereplanted,thewideninggrowthofvinesandbushesspreadlikethewavesofagreensea.Then,timidly,coloursofthefaintesttintsbegantoappear.Underthemoonlight,Vanameesawthemexpanding,delicatepink,faintblue,tenderestvariationsoflavenderandyellow,whiteshimmeringwithreflectionsofgold,allsubduedandpallidinthemoonlight.

           Bydegrees,thenightbecameimpregnatedwiththeperfumeoftheflowers.Illusiveatfirst,evanescentasfilamentsofgossamer;thenasthebudsopened,emphasisingitself,breathingdeeper,stronger.AnexquisiteminglingofmanyodourspassedcontinuallyovertheMission,fromthegardenoftheSeedranch,meetingandblendingwiththearomaofitsmagnoliabudsandpunkablossoms.

           AsthecoloursoftheflowersoftheSeedranchdeepened,andastheirodourspenetrateddeeperandmoredistinctly,asthestarlightofeachsucceedingnightgrewbrighterandtheairbecamewarmer,theillusiondefineditself.