ople thought it was
not. It was true. Just that--monkeys fighting. But who began it? Who
made Fraulein? Tough leathery monkey....

7

Then nothing matters. Just one little short life....

"A few more years shall roll... A few more seasons pass...."

There was a better one than that... not so organ-grindery.

"Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim,
its glories fade away; Change and decay in all around I see."

Wow-wow-wow-whiney-caterwauley....

Mr. Brough quoted Milton in a sermon and said he was a materialist....
Pater said it was a bold thing to say.... Mr. Brough was a clear-headed
man. She couldn't imagine how he stayed in the Church.... She hoped he
hated that sickening, sickening, idiot humbug, Eve... meek... with silly
long hair... "divinely smiling"... Adam was like a German... English
too.... Impudent bombastic creature... a sort of man who would call his
wife "my dear." There was a hymn that even Pater liked... the tune was
like a garden in the autumn....

O... Strengthen _Stay_--up--... Holding--all Cre--ay--ay--tion....
Who... ever Dost Thy... self--un... Moved--a--Bide.... Thyself unmoved
abide... Thyself unmoved abide ... Unmoved abide...

Unmoved abide.... Unmoved Abide...

... Flights of shining steps, shallow and very wide--going up and up and
growing fainter and fainter, and far away at the top a faint old face
with great rays shooting out all round it... the picture in the large
"Pilgrim's Progress."... God in heaven.... I belong to Apollyon... a
horror with expressionless eyes... darting out little spiky flames... if
only it would come now... instead of waiting until the end....

She clasped her hands closely one in the other. They felt large and
strong. She stopped her thoughts and stared for a long while at the
faint light in the room... "It's physically impossible" someone had
said... the only hell thinkable is remorse... remorse....

Sighing impatiently she turned about... and sighed again, breathing
deeply and rattling and feeling very hungry.... There will be breakfast,
even for me.... If they knew me they would not give me breakfast.... no
one would... I should be in a little room and one after another would
come and be reproachful and shocked... and then they would go away and
be happy and forget....

Sarah would come. Whatever it was, Sarah would come. She read the Bible
and marked pieces.... But she would rush in without saying anything,