earth? Anna only; and his children; and his life with his
children and her? Was there no more?
He was attended by a sense of something more; something
further; which gave him absolute being。 It was as if now he
existed in Eternity; let Time be what it might。 What was there
outside? The fabricated world; that he did not believe in? What
should he bring to her; from outside? Nothing? Was it enough; as
it was? He was troubled in his acquiescence。 She was not with
him。 Yet he scarcely believed in himself; apart from her; though
the whole Infinite was with him。 Let the whole world slide down
and over the edge of oblivion; he would stand alone。 But he was
unsure of her。 And he existed also in her。 So he was unsure。
He hovered near to her; never quite able to forget the vague;
haunting uncertainty; that seemed to challenge him; and which he
would not hear。 A pang of dread; almost guilt; as of
insufficiency; would go over him as he heard her talking to the
baby。 She stood before the window; with the month…old child in
her arms; talking in a musical; young sing…song that he had not
heard before; and which rang on his heart like a claim from the
distance; or the voice of another world sounding its claim on
him。 He stood near; listening; and his heart surged; surged to
rise and submit。 Then it shrank back and stayed aloof。 He could
not move; a denial was upon him; as if he could not deny
himself。 He must; he must be himself。
〃Look at the silly blue…caps; my beauty;〃 she crooned;
holding up the infant to the window; where shone the white
garden; and the blue…tits scuffling in the snow: 〃Look at the
silly blue…caps; my darling; having a fight in the snow! Look at
them; my bird……beating the snow about with their wings; and
shaking their heads。 Oh; arent they wicked things; wicked
things! Look at their yellow feathers on the snow there! Theyll
miss them; wont they; when theyre cold later on。
〃Must we tell them to stop; must we say stop it to them; my
bird? But they are naughty; naughty! Look at them!〃 Suddenly her
voice broke loud and fierce; she rapped the pane sharply。
〃Stop it;〃 she cried; 〃stop it; you little nuisances。 Stop
it!〃 She called louder; and rapped the pane more sharply。 Her
voice was fierce and imperative。
〃Have more sense;〃 she cried。
〃There; now theyre gone。 Where have they gone; the silly