Descent into Hell by Charles Williams (ereader iphone .TXT) π
However, Stanhope was, in the politest language, declining to have anything of the sort. "Call it the Chorus," he said, "or if you like I'll try and find a name for the leader, and the rest can just dance and sing. But I'm afraid 'Leaf-Spirits' would be misleading."
"What about'Chorus of Nature-Powers'?" asked Miss Fox, but Stanhope only said, smiling, "You will try and make the trees friendly," which no one quite understood, and shook his head again.
Prescott asked: "Incidentally, I suppose they will be women?"
Mrs. Parry had said, "O, of course, Mr. Prescott," before the question reached her brain. When it did, she added, "At least...I naturally took it for granted.... They are feminine, aren't they?"
Still hankering after mass, Adela said, "It sounds
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somewhere at some time he had thought he knew similar forms and
they had had names. These had no names, and whether they were or
were not anything, and whether that anything was desirable or
hateful he did not know. He had now no consciousness of himself
as such, for the magical mirrors of Gomorrah had been broken, and
the city itself had been blasted, and he was out beyond it in the
blankness of a living oblivion, tormented by oblivion. The shapes
stretched out beyond him, all half turned away, all rigid and
silent. He was sitting at the end, looking up an avenue of
nothingness, and the little flames licked his soul, but they did
not now come from without, for they were the power, and the only
power, his dead past had on him; the life, and the only life, of
his soul. There was, at the end of the grand avenue, a bobbing
shape of black and white that hovered there and closed it. As he
saw it there came on him a suspense; he waited for something to
happen. The silence lasted; nothing happened. In that pause
expectancy faded. Presently then the shape went out and he was
drawn, steadily, everlastingly, inward and down through the
bottomless circles of the void.
THE END
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