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mountains and vanish into the blue, and then for a time they



talked of the work that the observatory was doing. From that they

passed to the whole process of research about the world, and so



Karenin's thoughts returned again to the mind of the world and

the great future that was opening upon man's imagination. He



asked the surgeons many questions upon the detailed possibilities

of their science, and he was keenly interested and excited by the



things they told him. And as they talked the sun touched the

mountains, and became very swiftly a blazing and indented



hemisphere of liquid flame and sank.

Karenin looked blinking at the last quivering rim of



incandescence, and shaded his eyes and became silent.

Presently he gave a little start.



'What?' asked Rachel Borken.

'I had forgotten,' he said.



'What had you forgotten?'

'I had forgotten about the operation to-morrow. I have been so



interested as Man to-day that I have nearly forgotten Marcus

Karenin. Marcus Karenin must go under your knife to-morrow,



Fowler, and very probably Marcus Karenin will die.' He raised

his slightly shrivelled hand. 'It does not matter, Fowler. It



scarcely matters even to me. For indeed is it Karenin who has

been sitting here and talking; is it not rather a common mind,



Fowler, that has played about between us? You and I and all of

us have added thought to thought, but the thread is neither you



nor me. What is true we all have; when the individual has

altogether brought himself to the test and winnowing of



expression, then the individual is done. I feel as though I had

already been emptied out of that little vessel, that Marcus



Karenin, which in my youth held me so tightly and completely.

Your beauty, dear Edith, and your broad brow, dear Rachel, and



you, Fowler, with your firm and skilful hands, are now almost as

much to me as this hand that beats the arm of my chair. And as



little me. And the spirit that desires to know, the spirit that

resolves to do, that spirit that lives and has talked in us



to-day, lived in Athens, lived in Florence, lives on, I know, for

ever....



'And you, old Sun, with your sword of flame searing these poor

eyes of Marcus for the last time of all, beware of me! You think



I die--and indeed I am only taking off one more coat to get at

you. I have threatened you for ten thousand years, and soon I



warn you I shall be coming. When I am altogether stripped and my

disguises thrown away. Very soon now, old Sun, I shall launch



myself at you, and I shall reach you and I shall put my foot on

your spotted face and tug you about by your fiery locks. One step



I shall take to the moon, and then I shall leap at you. I've

talked to you before, old Sun, I've talked to you a million



times, and now I am beginning to remember. Yes--long ago, long

ago, before I had stripped off a few thousand generations, dust



now and forgotten, I was a hairy savage and I pointed my hand at

you and--clearly I remember it!--I saw you in a net. Have you



forgotten that, old Sun? . . .

'Old Sun, I gather myself together out of the pools of the



individual that have held me dispersed so long. I gather my

billion thoughts into science and my million wills into a common



purpose. Well may you slink down behind the mountains from me,

well may you cower....'



Section 10

Karenin desired that he might dream alone for a little while



before he returned to the cell in which he was to sleep. He was

given relief for a pain that began to trouble him and wrapped



warmly about with furs, for a great coldness was creeping over

all things, and so they left him, and he sat for a long time



watching the afterglow give place to the darkness of night.

It seemed to those who had to watch over him unobtrusively lest



he should be in want of any attention, that he mused very deeply.

The white and purple peaks against the golden sky sank down into



cold, blue remoteness, glowed out again and faded again, and the

burning cressets of the Indian stars, that even the moonrise



cannot altogetherquench, began their vigil. The moon rose

behind the toweringscreen of dark precipices to the east, and



long before it emerged above these, its slanting beams had filled

the deep gorges below with luminous mist and turned the towers



and pinnacles of Lio Porgyul to a magic dreamcastle of radiance

and wonder....



Came a great uprush of ghostly light above the black rim of




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