О дивный новый мир

           FromtimetotimehestretchedouthisarmsasthoughhewereontheCross,andheldthemthusthroughlongminutesofanachethatgraduallyincreasedtillitbecameatremulousandexcruciatingagony;heldthem,involuntarycrucifixion,whileherepeated,throughclenchedteeth(thesweat,meanwhile,pouringdownhisface),"Oh,forgiveme!Oh,makemepure!Oh,helpmetobegood!"againandagain,tillhewasonthepointoffaintingfromthepain.

           Whenmorningcame,hefelthehadearnedtherighttoinhabitthelighthouse;yet,eventhoughtherestillwasglassinmostofthewindows,eventhoughtheviewfromtheplatformwassofine.Fortheveryreasonwhyhehadchosenthelighthousehadbecomealmostinstantlyareasonforgoingsomewhereelse.Hehaddecidedtolivetherebecausetheviewwassobeautiful,because,fromhisvantagepoint,heseemedtobelookingoutontotheincarnationofadivinebeing.Butwhowashetobepamperedwiththedailyandhourlysightofloveliness?WhowashetobelivinginthevisiblepresenceofGod?Allhedeservedtoliveinwassomefilthysty,someblindholeintheground.Stiffandstillachingafterhislongnightofpain,butforthatveryreasoninwardlyreassured,heclimbeduptotheplatformofhistower,helookedoutoverthebrightsunriseworldwhichhehadregainedtherighttoinhabit.OnthenorththeviewwasboundedbythelongchalkridgeoftheHog’sBack,frombehindwhoseeasternextremityrosethetowersofthesevenskyscraperswhichconstitutedGuildford.