Capitolo 91
You where the life and everything it is lower as an avalanche it is
dressing again wicker to the fund. Puts on where taller character is, and
here! the whole world is but a struggle direct upward to what is tall. You
sees what you desire to see, and you find what you desire to find.
In his/her history of the Forest and the Heart he had wanted to trace but
a law, and he had traced him; he had drawn together all the things and
bends them in front of his/her majesty: the ancient law of Sacrifice. Of old man the
tall it sacrificed to the least one; after the least one to the tall one: once the
sacrifice of others; now the sacrifice of us; but always in
us of the lowered to the tallest in order that, dying, we am able
long live.
With this law he had manufactured a history of the world his/her history.
The star on the tree annoyed again him to Chaldaea; the candle annoyed him to
Ancient Persia; the oblique hole it to the Nile and Isis and Osiris; the
hole of dove it to Syria; the bell annoyed him to Confucius; the drum annoyed him
to Buddha; the horn that he/she drinks to Greece; the tinsel to Romulus and
Rome; the doll to Abraham and Isaac; the masks to Gaul; the mistletoe
to Britain,--and all brought him/it to Christ,--Christ the last
world-ideal of sacrifice that is the abnegation and to give of
all for everybody.
The history was for her, he had said, and for him.
Him! Here finally all of his/her pain and wandering of this night ended:
to the fund of his/her wound where it burned the problem_ of _his.
From this problem she was tightened more and in this she now entered:
You sacrificed him in him! You placed on her his/her temptation
and his/her struggle.
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Taking his/her candle, she passed again in his/her bedroom and it protected him/it
where she had protected him before; then it went to his/her bedroom.
You I handed again his/her faith with whitened lips. You went to his
side of the bed, and attracting to the pillow the chair on which you/they were his/her suits