Волны

           Butcananythingbeasclearasallthat,Iwouldsay,followinghisgaze,throughthebranches,toapuntontheriver,andayoungmaneatingbananasfromapaperbag?ThescenewascutoutwithsuchintensityandsopermeatedwiththequalityofhisvisionthatforamomentIcouldseeittoo;thepunt,thebananas,theyoungman,throughthebranchesofthewillowtree.Thenitfaded.

           ’Rhodacamewanderingvaguely.Shewouldtakeadvantageofanyscholarinablowinggown,ordonkeyrollingtheturfwithslipperedfeettohidebehind.Whatfearwaveredandhiditselfandblewtoaflameinthedepthsofhergrey,herstartled,herdreamingeyes?Cruelandvindictiveasweare,wearenotbadtothatextent.WehaveourfundamentalgoodnesssurelyortotalkasItalkfreelytosomeoneIhardlyknowwouldbeimpossible--weshouldcease.Thewillowasshesawitgrewonthevergeofagreydesertwherenobirdsang.Theleavesshrivelledasshelookedatthem,tossedinagonyasshepassedthem.Thetramsandomnibusesroaredhoarseinthestreetranoverrocksandspedfoamingaway.Perhapsonepillar,sunlit,stoodinherdesertbyapoolwherewildbeastscomedownstealthilytodrink.

           ’ThenJinnycame.Sheflashedherfireoverthetree.Shewaslikeacrinkledpoppy,febrile,thirstywiththedesiretodrinkdrydust.Darting,angular,notintheleastimpulsive,shecameprepared.Solittleflameszigzagoverthecracksinthedryearth.Shemadethewillowsdance,butnotwithillusion;forshesawnothingthatwasnotthere.