Волны

           Itwasliketheeclipsewhenthesunwentoutandlefttheearth,flourishinginfullsummerfoliage,withered,brittle,false.AlsoIsawonawindingroadinadustdancethegroupswehadmade,howtheycametogether,howtheyatetogether,howtheymetinthisroomorthat.Isawmyownindefatigablebusyness--howIhadrushedfromonetotheother,fetchedandcarried,travelledandreturned,joinedthisgroupandthat,herekissed,herewithdrawn;alwayskepthardatitbysomeextraordinarypurpose,withmynosetothegroundlikeadogonthescent;withanoccasionaltossofthehead,anoccasionalcryofamazement,despairandthenbackagainwithmynosetothescent.Whatalitter--whataconfusion;withherebirth,heredeath;succulenceandsweetness;effortandanguish;andmyselfalwaysrunninghitherandthither.Nowitwasdonewith.Ihadnomoreappetitestoglut;nomorestingsinmewithwhichtopoisonpeople;nomoresharpteethandclutchinghandsordesiretofeelthepearandthegrapeandthesunbeatingdownfromtheorchardwall.

           ’Thewoodshadvanished;theearthwasawasteofshadow.Nosoundbrokethesilenceofthewintrylandscape.Nocockcrowed;nosmokerose;notrainmoved.Amanwithoutaself,Isaid.Aheavybodyleaningonagate.Adeadman.