Sons and Lovers eBook

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He shook hands and left her at the door of her cousin’s house.  When he turned away he felt the last hold for him had gone.  The town, as he sat upon the car, stretched away over the bay of railway, a level fume of lights.  Beyond the town the country, little smouldering spots for more towns—­the sea—­the night—­on and on!  And he had no place in it!  Whatever spot he stood on, there he stood alone.  From his breast, from his mouth, sprang the endless space, and it was there behind him, everywhere.  The people hurrying along the streets offered no obstruction to the void in which he found himself.  They were small shadows whose footsteps and voices could be heard, but in each of them the same night, the same silence.  He got off the car.  In the country all was dead still.  Little stars shone high up; little stars spread far away in the flood-waters, a firmament below.  Everywhere the vastness and terror of the immense night which is roused and stirred for a brief while by the day, but which returns, and will remain at last eternal, holding everything in its silence and its living gloom.  There was no Time, only Space.  Who could say his mother had lived and did not live?  She had been in one place, and was in another; that was all.  And his soul could not leave her, wherever she was.  Now she was gone abroad into the night, and he was with her still.  They were together.  But yet there was his body, his chest, that leaned against the stile, his hands on the wooden bar.  They seemed something.  Where was he?—­one tiny upright speck of flesh, less than an ear of wheat lost in the field.  He could not bear it.  On every side the immense dark silence seemed pressing him, so tiny a spark, into extinction, and yet, almost nothing, he could not be extinct.  Night, in which everything was lost, went reaching out, beyond stars and sun.  Stars and sun, a few bright grains, went spinning round for terror, and holding each other in embrace, there in a darkness that outpassed them all, and left them tiny and daunted.  So much, and himself, infinitesimal, at the core a nothingness, and yet not nothing.

“Mother!” he whispered—­“mother!”

She was the only thing that held him up, himself, amid all this.  And she was gone, intermingled herself.  He wanted her to touch him, have him alongside with her.

But no, he would not give in.  Turning sharply, he walked towards the city’s gold phosphorescence.  His fists were shut, his mouth set fast.  He would not take that direction, to the darkness, to follow her.  He walked towards the faintly humming, glowing town, quickly.


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