На маяк

Chapter 5

           Itglaredather.Thewholemassofthepicturewaspoiseduponthatweight.Beautifulandbrightitshouldbeonthesurface,featheryandevanescent,onecolourmeltingintoanotherlikethecoloursonabutterfly’swing;butbeneaththefabricmustbeclampedtogetherwithboltsofiron.Itwastobeathingyoucouldrufflewithyourbreath;andathingyoucouldnotdislodgewithateamofhorses.Andshebegantolayonared,agrey,andshebegantomodelherwayintothehollowthere.Atthesametime,sheseemedtobesittingbesideMrs.Ramsayonthebeach.

           "Isitaboat?Isitacask?"Mrs.Ramsaysaid.Andshebeganhuntingroundforherspectacles.Andshesat,havingfoundthem,silent,lookingouttosea.AndLily,paintingsteadily,feltasifadoorhadopened,andonewentinandstoodgazingsilentlyaboutinahighcathedral-likeplace,verydark,verysolemn.Shoutscamefromaworldfaraway.Steamersvanishedinstalksofsmokeonthehorizon.Charlesthrewstonesandsentthemskipping.

           Mrs.Ramsaysatsilent.Shewasglad,Lilythought,torestinsilence,uncommunicative;torestintheextremeobscurityofhumanrelationships.Whoknowswhatweare,whatwefeel?Whoknowsevenatthemomentofintimacy,Thisisknowledge?Aren’tthingsspoiltthen,Mrs.Ramsaymayhaveasked(itseemedtohavehappenedsooften,thissilencebyherside)bysayingthem?Aren’twemoreexpressivethus?Themomentatleastseemedextraordinarilyfertile.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 228 из 279