Water descends and sheets me like an
eel.
The grey-shelled snail draws across the path and
flattens theblades behind him, said Rhoda. The stalks are covered with harsh, short
hairs, said Jinny, anddrops of water have stuck to them.
But I am not afraid of the heat or of thefrozen
winter. You will have masters wearingcrosses with white ties. They skim the
butterflies from thenodding tops of the flowers.
This is our first night at school, apart from
oursisters. Suddenly a bee booms in my ear, said Neville. I am not afraid of heat,
nor ofthe frozen winter.
I have seen signposts at the cross-roads with one
armpointing To Elvedon. Please contact us beforehand to let us know your plans and
to work out the details. The rocks which had been misty and soft hardenedand were
marked with red clefts. I will plant alighthouse here, a head of Sweet
Alice.
Look at the spiders web on the corner of the
balcony, saidBernard.
I am green as a yew tree in the shade of the
hedge.
Iparted them and looked; but there was no bird on a
nest. My huge box bends Georges bandy-legs evenwider. A swallow is perched on the
lightning-conductor, said Susan.
After all this hubbub, said Neville, all this
scuffling andhubbub, we have arrived. The big blade is an emperor; the broken blade
aNegro. Some will dash themselves against the cliffs. Copyright laws are changing
all over the world. Thatis our founder; our illustrious founder, standing in the
courtyardwith one foot raised. The ferns smellvery strong, and there are red
funguses growing beneath them. All these releases are plainly possible forhim.
Everybodyknows I am going to school, going to school for the first time. The
grey-shelled snail draws across the path and flattens theblades behind him, said
Rhoda. Everybody seems to be doing things for this moment only; and neveragain.
Jinnylives with her grandmother in London.
The skirtsof Miss Hudson and Miss Curry sweep by
like candle extinguishers.
He was blind as a bull, and sheswooned in anguish,
only little veins streaking her white cheeksred. The copy-books are laid out side by
side on the greenbaize table. They skim the butterflies from thenodding tops of the
flowers. That is the close-clipped hedge of theladies garden.
I hate the wind-bitten shrubs and the sanitary
tiles.
Look,the loop of the figure is beginning to fill
with time; it holds theworld in it. Louis writes; Susan writes; Neville writes;
Jinny writes; evenBernard has now begun to write. There a white church; there amast
among the spires. Look,the loop of the figure is beginning to fill with time; it
holds theworld in it. Islands of light are swimming on the grass, said Rhoda.