Capitolo 90
"Precisely", Guy answered, while closing dreamily his/her eyes. "That is alone
the very drawn back door on forehead to the eye of my mind--as You makes
it, Nevitt. I seem to see vague visions of some enormous and weakly-illuminated
stone-cut cavern, with long sights of cut of pillars from the solid
takes to blows, while it was dark-quartering priestesses, dressed in white bathrobes of muslin,
you dangle censers in the music solemn close-up. On my word,
the power of sound is simply anything marvelous. There is almost
nothing, I believe, the good music would not drive me to--or rather the lead
me to; for him one ripples and it also drives more than it impels one."
"And still", the mused of Nevitt, in slow tones to him that he/she takes on his
violin again, and drawing on his/her arc the ropes, with half shut
eyes, in an apparently careless way, deprived of purpose, "I don't believe
music Your truth first love, Guy. You the takings only on to be different
from Cyril. The artistic impulse in both of You is the same to
fund. If you left him/it it has it is his/her own way, you would have taken, not
to this, I am sure, but to painting. But Cyril painted, so, to do
You different, you went in for music. That is you entirely ended!
You have such greed after having been what you are not always!"
"Well hang him all, a man he/she wants to have some individuality", Guy
answered apologetically. "He doesn't like to be a mere copy or
his/her brother's repetition."
Nevitt quietly reflected that Cyril wanted not to be never
different from Guy, his was of big long the two strongest nature:
he was happy to be him without respect to his/her brother. But
It didn't say Nevitt this way. Indeed, because it owes him? He followed only
playing some disconnected bars of a very vivacious utopian, full of hope
kind of a motive--a motive every youth and health, and it goes and the cheerfulness--as
he intercalated some brief financial comments on at times the
good numerous hits from that he had thrown away late in his/her operations
in the City.
"You/he/she cannot do them in my his/her own name, you know", he slightly observed, to