Sun

Robert Green Ingersoll

9781465671349

213 pages

Library of Alexandria

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Take her away, into the sun, the doctors said. She herself was sceptical of the sun, but she permitted herself to be carried away, with her child, and a nurse, and her mother, over the sea. The ship sailed at midnight. And for two hours her husband stayed with her, while the child was put to bed, and the passengers came on board. It was a black night, the Hudson swayed with heavy blackness, shaken over with spilled dribbles of light. She leaned on the rail, and looking down thought: This is the sea; it is deeper than one imagines, and fuller of memories. At that moment the sea seemed to heave like the serpent of chaos that has lived for ever. "These partings are no good, you know," her husband was saying, at her side. "They're no good. I don't like them." His tone was full of apprehension, misgiving, and there was a certain note of clinging to the last straw of hope. "No, neither do I," she responded in a flat voice. She remembered how bitterly they had wanted to get away from one another, he and she. The emotion of parting gave a slight tug at her emotions, but only caused the iron that had gone into her soul to gore deeper. So, they looked at their sleeping son, and the father's eyes were wet. But it is not the wetting of the eyes which counts, it is the deep iron rhythm of habit, the year-long, life-long habits; the deep-set stroke of power. And in their two lives, the stroke of power was hostile, his and hers. Like two engines running at variance, they shattered one another.