Capitolo 68
a lot of gesture of his/her hands!
More and more times as her it looked, these two perfect partners came
surrounding through his/her vision, solemnly graced or rhythmically
hoydenish--two fortune-favorite lads been born in precisely the same
sphere, trained for precisely making the same things in precisely the same way,
this way that even now, with the twelve year-old difference in age among them,
every vibration aware of their beings it seemed to be granted
instinctively to the same key.
Brusquely the small Eve that Edgarton has reputed again the odd one accident,
training of his/her his/her own life. It was there some one in this world which
had to train been as his precisely? Then its elbow suddenly went
folding up on through his/her eyes to remember as Barton you/he/she had looked in the
tempestuous woods that night--false half naked--and almost entirely dead--to
his/her feet. Apart her odd, accident training, he would have been
dead! Barton, the beautiful one--dead? And worse how dead--it buried? And
worse that--
Out of his/her lips a small gasp of sound agonizingly encircled.
And in that instant, from of the makeup-way of the dance the
happy music stopped right by short in the middle one of a note, the
lights went out, the ballet dancer ran away steeply to their places, and
out of the gallery of arbored of the orchestra an individual brown-faced
male singer advanced ahead in the pale funeral vigil of an artificial moon, and
lifted on a marvelous voice of way in one of those strange people-songs of
the far-away that it lacerates out fairly the heart of the listener of his/her body--a
song as leftly metallic as the muttering of hate along a dagger-blade; a
song as amazed rapturously to his/her his/her own divinity as the first trill
of a nightingale; a song of brooks of purling and surly mountain, grey
fortitudes; a song of lights rapid, acute and long, low, lazy
lilts; a song of love and hate; a song of all the joys and everybody
pains--and then the death; the song of Sex as Nature it sings him/it--the
complaining song, caressing, impassioned of Sex as Nature it sings him/it