Chapter 26 Chapter Six

Not a single leaf is swaying in the wind, and the branches are bare and shining, not yet sprouted, early spring is like a virgin, her virginity is inviolable, her purity is proud, her body is lying in the field, Keeping your eyes open and watching vigilantly, you don't care what the bystanders are doing or thinking. [In the church where the wedding took place, Prue Ramsay is led, leaning on her father's arm, to the waiting groom before the altar, she is married.What a match made in heaven, people say, who could have found a better match?And, they added, look how beautiful she is! 〕 Summer is approaching, the days are long and the nights are short, the earth is awakened, full of hope, the late spring breeze walks on the beach, stirring up a pool of spring water, and the most bizarre dream appears - flesh and blood turns into fine dust drifting with the wind , the stars twinkle in their hearts, the cliffs, the sea, the white clouds, and the blue sky are consciously gathered together to put together the external appearance of this internally torn phantom.In those mirrors, in people's hearts, in those unsettled pools, the clouds and mist are forever churning, forming shadows, and dreams are forever, impossible to resist every seagull, every flower, every tree , the message that every man and woman, and the pale earth itself seems to be sending (but they cringe if you question it): Goodness triumphs, happiness reigns, everything is in order; and it is impossible to resist This extreme impulse, which wanders about in search of some absolute good, some intense crystallization, which has nothing to do with familiar pleasures and virtues, which is quite different from the program of domestic life, which is a unique , something hard and radiant, like a diamond in the gravel, reassures its bearer.The bees buzzed, the gnats danced, Spring at last softened and resigned, threw her cloak beside her, shaded her eyes with her veil, and turned her face, in passing shadows and drizzle, It seems to accept some kind of knowledge of human suffering.

[It was a tragedy, people say, that Prue Ramsay died in childbirth that summer; everything, they said, turned out to be full of good hope. 〕 The summer was hot, and the sea breeze sent its spies to spy on the house.Flies made a net in the sunny room; weeds grew by the mirror and tapped rhythmically on the casement at night.As night fell, the beam of light from the lighthouse, which used to cast majesticly in the dark to outline its pattern on the carpet, now slipped in with a softer spring light mingled with the moonlight, It seems that it is caressing all things, and it wanders quietly watching; it returns lovingly.But, in the midst of this sleep-inducing caress, as the long beam of light slanted over the bed, the rock cracked; There, blowing in the wind.Through the short nights and long days of summer, the echoes of the fields and the swarm of flies made the empty rooms murmur; As the sunlight cast the shadows of the barred windows into the room and filled the room with a yellow haze, Mrs McNab burst in, waddling about, sweeping and plastering, looking like a tropical fish Swim in a pool of clear water reflecting ten thousand golden snakes.

It was midsummer, and the hot weather made people drowsy. There was an ominous sound, which was as deafening as the rhythmic knocking of a hammer. The repeated vibrations of the sound waves further loosened the veil of silence. towel, and shattered the teacup.From time to time glassware rattled in the cupboard, as if a loud voice screamed in pain, and made the tumblers in the cupboard tremble.Then the silence fell again; and night after night passed, and sometimes, in broad daylight, when the rose was so bright and the sun cast its shadow clearly on the wall, something suddenly fell with a thud and broke the scene. The silence, the indifference, the whole atmosphere.

[A bomb explodes.Twenty or thirty lads were blown to pieces on the French battlefields, and Andrew Ramsay was among them, and luckily he died immediately without further suffering. 〕 At that season, those who went for walks on the beach, and asked what messages and sights the sea and sky bore, had to contemplate the usual symbols of the heavenly bounty—the setting sun at sea, the dawn at dawn, the rising moon. , the fishing boat under the moon, the children are making cakes out of mud, throwing grass at each other and playing - and see in it something that is out of harmony with this happy and peaceful atmosphere.For example, the silent ghost of a gray and white ship appears and disappears on the surface of the sea; there is a purple spot on the surface of the sea, as if something mysteriously exploded below the surface, and blood flowed out.The sudden intrusion of these things into a scene designed to provoke the most solemn contemplations and lead to the most satisfying conclusions, stops men in their tracks.It is difficult for one to ignore them indifferently, dismiss their importance in the landscape, and continue to marvel at how the beauty outside reflects the beauty within while walking by the sea.

Does nature complement the progress made by humans?Did she finish what humans started?She was equally smug at seeing human misery, baseness, and torment.That dream, of being alone on the beach looking for the answers to life, for a shadow to share his feelings with, to fulfill his self, is a phantom reflected in the mirror; and the mirror itself, is but a higher power beneath it During deep sleep, a layer of superficial glass is formed in silence.Impatient, hopeless, but unwilling to go away (for Beauty exerts her seductive charm and offers her consolation); walks on the beach are impossible; brooding is unbearable; the side The mirror has been broken.

[Mr. Carmichael published a book of poems that spring, which was an unexpected success.The war, people say, revived their interest in poetry. 〕