Meanwhile he wandered round in the Australian
spring. The roof came down low, making along shade over the wooden
verandahs.
The world revolved and revolved and
disappeared.
Thehouse was like a small cave under the water. The
gulls ran a few steps, and forgothim. I wont delude myself with thefallacy of home,
he said to himself. But there was the dark railway, and the littlestation. But its
as well I should go soon if Im going. Richard, very pale at the gills, sat down
again in the chair.
The bungalows scattered far and wide, on the lower
levels. Then failed to bite, fell back hissing softly,leaving the belly of the sands
granulated silver. Yes, youve killed me, whispered Kangaroo hoarsely.
Clear as the air about him this truth possessed
him.
Then failed to bite, fell back hissing
softly,leaving the belly of the sands granulated silver. Undying hostilityto old
Europe, undying hope of the new, free lands.
No, said Richard to himself, thinking of Kangaroo.
And when you realise what youre doing,its perhaps the best adventure. You cant have
this absolved sort of freedom. Yet the basic indifference
undereverything.
A long, cadaverous-yellow face, exactly the face of
a deadman, but with an animals dark eyes. And when you realise what youre doing,its
perhaps the best adventure. I DO love him myself, soI can say so without
exaggerating the fact.
So he prepared with a quiet heart to depart.