Lilith
,
A
Romance
By
George
Macdonald
1895
"
Off
,
Lilith
!
"
—
The
Kabala
I
took
a
walk
on
Spaulding
's
Farm
the
other
afternoon
.
I
saw
the
setting
sun
lighting
up
the
opposite
side
of
a
stately
pine
wood
.
Its
golden
rays
straggled
into
the
aisles
of
the
wood
as
into
some
noble
hall
.
I
was
impressed
as
if
some
ancient
and
altogether
admirable
and
shining
family
had
settled
there
in
that
part
of
the
land
called
Concord
,
unknown
to
me
,
—
to
whom
the
sun
was
servant
,
—
who
had
not
gone
into
society
in
the
village
,
--who
had
not
been
called
on
.
I
saw
their
park
,
their
pleasure-ground
,
beyond
through
the
wood
,
in
Spaulding
's
cranberry-meadow
.
The
pines
furnished
them
with
gables
as
they
grew
.
Their
house
was
not
obvious
to
vision
;
their
trees
grew
through
it
.
I
do
not
know
whether
I
heard
the
sounds
of
a
suppressed
hilarity
or
not
.
They
seemed
to
recline
on
the
sunbeams
.
They
have
sons
and
daughters
.
They
are
quite
well
.
The
farmer
's
cart-path
,
which
leads
directly
through
their
hall
,
does
not
in
the
least
put
them
out
,
—
as
the
muddy
bottom
of
a
pool
is
sometimes
seen
through
the
reflected
skies
.
They
never
heard
of
Spaulding
,
and
do
not
know
that
he
is
their
neighbor
,
—
notwithstanding
I
heard
him
whistle
as
he
drove
his
team
through
the
house
.
Nothing
can
equal
the
serenity
of
their
lives
.
Their
coat
of
arms
is
simply
a
lichen
.
I
saw
it
painted
on
the
pines
and
oaks
.
Their
attics
were
in
the
tops
of
the
trees
.
They
are
of
no
politics
.
There
was
no
noise
of
labor
.
I
did
not
perceive
that
they
were
weaving
or
spinning
.
Yet
I
did
detect
,
when
the
wind
lulled
and
hearing
was
done
away
,
the
finest
imaginable
sweet
musical
hum
,
—
as
of
a
distant
hive
in
May
,
which
perchance
was
the
sound
of
their
thinking
.
They
had
no
idle
thoughts
,
and
no
one
without
could
see
their
work
,
for
their
industry
was
not
as
in
knots
and
excrescences
embayed
.
But
I
find
it
difficult
to
remember
them
.
They
fade
irrevocably
out
of
my
mind
even
now
while
I
speak
and
endeavor
to
recall
them
,
and
recollect
myself
.
It
is
only
after
a
long
and
serious
effort
to
recollect
my
best
thoughts
that
I
become
again
aware
of
their
cohabitancy
.
If
it
were
not
for
such
families
as
this
,
I
think
I
should
move
out
of
Concord
.
Thoreau
:
"
Walking
.
"
chapter
i
THE
LIBRARY
I
HAD
just
finished
my
studies
at
Oxford
,
and
was
taking
a
brief
holiday
from
work
before
assuming
definitely
the
management
of
the
estate
.
My
father
died
when
I
was
yet
a
child
;
my
mother
followed
him
within
a
year
;
and
I
was
nearly
as
much
alone
in
the
world
as
a
man
might
find
himself
.
I
had
made
little
acquaintance
with
the
history
of
my
ancestors
.
Almost
the
only
thing
I
knew
concerning
them
was
,
that
a
notable
number
of
them
had
been
given
to
study
.
I
had
myself
so
far
inherited
the
tendency
as
to
devote
a
good
deal
of
my
time
,
though
,
I
confess
,
after
a
somewhat
desultory
fashion
,
to
the
physical
sciences
.
It
was
chiefly
the
wonder
they
woke
that
drew
me
.
I
was
constantly
seeing
,
and
on
the
outlook
to
see
,
strange
analogies
,
not
only
between
the
facts
of
different
sciences
of
the
same
order
,
or
between
physical
and
metaphysical
facts
,
but
between
physical
hypotheses
and
suggestions
glimmering
out
of
the
metaphysical
dreams
into
which
I
was
in
the
habit
of
falling
.
I
was
at
the
same
time
much
given
to
a
premature
indulgence
of
the
impulse
to
turn
hypothesis
into
theory
.
Of
my
mental
peculiarities
there
is
no
occasion
to
say
more
.
The
house
as
well
as
the
family
was
of
some
antiquity
,
but
no
description
of
it
is
necessary
to
the
understanding
of
my
narrative
.
It
contained
a
fine
library
,
whose
growth
began
before
the
invention
of
printing
,
and
had
continued
to
my
own
time
,
greatly
influenced
,
of
course
,
by
changes
of
taste
and
pursuit
.
Nothing
surely
can
more
impress
upon
a
man
the
transitory
nature
of
possession
than
his
succeeding
to
an
ancient
property
!
Like
a
moving
panorama
mine
has
passed
from
before
many
eyes
,
and
is
now
slowly
flitting
from
before
my
own
.
The
library
,
although
duly
considered
in
many
alterations
of
the
house
and
additions
to
it
,
had
nevertheless
,
like
an
encroaching
state
,
absorbed
one
room
after
another
until
it
occupied
the
greater
part
of
the
ground
floor
.
Its
chief
room
was
large
,
and
the
walls
of
it
were
covered
with
books
almost
to
the
ceiling
;
the
rooms
into
which
it
overflowed
were
of
various
sizes
and
shapes
,
and
communicated
in
modes
as
various
—
by
doors
,
by
open
arches
,
by
short
passages
,
by
steps
up
and
steps
down
.
In
the
great
room
I
mainly
spent
my
time
,
reading
books
of
science
,
old
as
well
as
new
;
for
the
history
of
the
human
mind
in
relation
to
supposed
knowledge
was
what
most
of
all
interested
me
.
Ptolemy
,
Dante
,
the
two
Bacons
,
and
Boyle
were
even
more
to
me
than
Darwin
or
Maxwell
,
as
so
much
nearer
the
vanished
van
breaking
into
the
dark
of
ignorance
.
In
the
evening
of
a
gloomy
day
of
August
I
was
sitting
in
my
usual
place
,
my
back
to
one
of
the
windows
,
reading
.
It
had
rained
the
greater
part
of
the
morning
and
afternoon
,
but
just
as
the
sun
was
setting
,
the
clouds
parted
in
front
of
him
,
and
he
shone
into
the
room
.
I
rose
and
looked
out
of
the
window
.
In
the
centre
of
the
great
lawn
the
feathering
top
of
the
fountain
column
was
filled
with
his
red
glory
.
I
turned
to
resume
my
seat
,
when
my
eye
was
caught
by
the
same
glory
on
the
one
picture
in
the
room
—
a
portrait
,
in
a
sort
of
niche
or
little
shrine
sunk
for
it
in
the
expanse
of
book-filled
shelves
.
I
knew
it
as
the
likeness
of
one
of
my
ancestors
,
but
had
never
even
wondered
why
it
hung
there
alone
,
and
not
in
the
gallery
,
or
one
of
the
great
rooms
,
among
the
other
family
portraits
.
The
direct
sunlight
brought
out
the
painting
wonderfully
;
for
the
first
time
I
seemed
to
see
it
,
and
for
the
first
time
it
seemed
to
respond
to
my
look
.
With
my
eyes
full
of
the
light
reflected
from
it
,
something
,
I
cannot
tell
what
,
made
me
turn
and
cast
a
glance
to
the
farther
end
of
the
room
,
when
I
saw
,
or
seemed
to
see
,
a
tall
figure
reaching
up
a
hand
to
a
bookshelf
.
The
next
instant
,
my
vision
apparently
rectified
by
the
comparative
dusk
,
I
saw
no
one
,
and
concluded
that
my
optic
nerves
had
been
momentarily
affected
from
within
.
I
resumed
my
reading
,
and
would
doubtless
have
forgotten
the
vague
,
evanescent
impression
,
had
it
not
been
that
,
having
occasion
a
moment
after
to
consult
a
certain
volume
,
I
found
but
a
gap
in
the
row
where
it
ought
to
have
stood
,
and
the
same
instant
remembered
that
just
there
I
had
seen
,
or
fancied
I
saw
,
the
old
man
in
search
of
a
book
.
I
looked
all
about
the
spot
but
in
vain
.
The
next
morning
,
however
,
there
it
was
,
just
where
I
had
thought
to
find
it
!
I
knew
of
no
one
in
the
house
likely
to
be
interested
in
such
a
book
.
Three
days
after
,
another
and
yet
odder
thing
took
place
.
In
one
of
the
walls
was
the
low
,
narrow
door
of
a
closet
,
containing
some
of
the
oldest
and
rarest
of
the
books
.
It
was
a
very
thick
door
,
with
a
projecting
frame
,
and
it
had
been
the
fancy
of
some
ancestor
to
cross
it
with
shallow
shelves
,
filled
with
book-backs
only
.
The
harmless
trick
may
be
excused
by
the
fact
that
the
titles
on
the
sham
backs
were
either
humorously
original
,
or
those
of
books
lost
beyond
hope
of
recovery
.
I
had
a
great
liking
for
the
masked
door
.
To
complete
the
illusion
of
it
,
some
inventive
workman
apparently
had
shoved
in
,
on
the
top
of
one
of
the
rows
,
a
part
of
a
volume
thin
enough
to
lie
between
it
and
the
bottom
of
the
next
shelf
:
he
had
cut
away
diagonally
a
considerable
portion
,
and
fixed
the
remnant
with
one
of
its
open
corners
projecting
beyond
the
book-backs
.
The
binding
of
the
mutilated
volume
was
limp
vellum
,
and
one
could
open
the
corner
far
enough
to
see
that
it
was
manuscript
upon
parchment
.
Happening
,
as
I
sat
reading
,
to
raise
my
eyes
from
the
page
,
my
glance
fell
upon
this
door
,
and
at
once
I
saw
that
the
book
described
,
if
book
it
may
be
called
,
was
gone
.
Angrier
than
any
worth
I
knew
in
it
justified
,
I
rang
the
bell
,
and
the
butler
appeared
.
When
I
asked
him
if
he
knew
what
had
befallen
it
,
he
turned
pale
,
and
assured
me
he
did
not
.
I
could
less
easily
doubt
his
word
than
my
own
eyes
,
for
he
had
been
all
his
life
in
the
family
,
and
a
more
faithful
servant
never
lived
.
He
left
on
me
the
impression
,
nevertheless
,
that
he
could
have
said
something
more
.
In
the
afternoon
I
was
again
reading
in
the
library
,
and
coming
to
a
point
which
demanded
reflection
,
I
lowered
the
book
and
let
my
eyes
go
wandering
.
The
same
moment
I
saw
the
back
of
a
slender
old
man
,
in
a
long
,
dark
coat
,
shiny
as
from
much
wear
,
in
the
act
of
disappearing
through
the
masked
door
into
the
closet
beyond
.
I
darted
across
the
room
,
found
the
door
shut
,
pulled
it
open
,
looked
into
the
closet
,
which
had
no
other
issue
,
and
,
seeing
nobody
,
concluded
,
not
without
uneasiness
,
that
I
had
had
a
recurrence
of
my
former
illusion
,
and
sat
down
again
to
my
reading
.
Naturally
,
however
,
I
could
not
help
feeling
a
little
nervous
,
and
presently
glancing
up
to
assure
myself
that
I
was
indeed
alone
,
started
again
to
my
feet
,
and
ran
to
the
masked
door
—
for
there
was
the
mutilated
volume
in
its
place
!
I
laid
hold
of
it
and
pulled
:
it
was
firmly
fixed
as
usual
!
I
was
now
utterly
bewildered
.
I
rang
the
bell
;
the
butler
came
;
I
told
him
all
I
had
seen
,
and
he
told
me
all
he
knew
.
He
had
hoped
,
he
said
,
that
the
old
gentleman
was
going
to
be
forgotten
;
it
was
well
no
one
but
myself
had
seen
him
.
He
had
heard
a
good
deal
about
him
when
first
he
served
in
the
house
,
but
by
degrees
he
had
ceased
to
be
mentioned
,
and
he
had
been
very
careful
not
to
allude
to
him
.
"
The
place
was
haunted
by
an
old
gentleman
,
was
it
?
"
I
said
.
He
answered
that
at
one
time
everybody
believed
it
,
but
the
fact
that
I
had
never
heard
of
it
seemed
to
imply
that
the
thing
had
come
to
an
end
and
was
forgotten
.
I
questioned
him
as
to
what
he
had
seen
of
the
old
gentleman
.
He
had
never
seen
him
,
he
said
,
although
he
had
been
in
the
house
from
the
day
my
father
was
eight
years
old
.
My
grandfather
would
never
hear
a
word
on
the
matter
,
declaring
that
whoever
alluded
to
it
should
be
dismissed
without
a
moment
's
warning
:
it
was
nothing
but
a
pretext
of
the
maids
,
he
said
,
for
running
into
the
arms
of
the
men
!
but
old
Sir
Ralph
believed
in
nothing
he
could
not
see
or
lay
hold
of
.
Not
one
of
the
maids
ever
said
she
had
seen
the
apparition
,
but
a
footman
had
left
the
place
because
of
it
.
An
ancient
woman
in
the
village
had
told
him
a
legend
concerning
a
Mr.
Raven
,
long
time
librarian
to
"
that
Sir
Upward
whose
portrait
hangs
there
among
the
books
.
"
Sir
Upward
was
a
great
reader
,
she
said
—
not
of
such
books
only
as
were
wholesome
for
men
to
read
,
but
of
strange
,
forbidden
,
and
evil
books
;
and
in
so
doing
,
Mr.
Raven
,
who
was
probably
the
devil
himself
,
encouraged
him
.
Suddenly
they
both
disappeared
,
and
Sir
Upward
was
never
after
seen
or
heard
of
,
but
Mr.
Raven
continued
to
show
himself
at
uncertain
intervals
in
the
library
.
There
were
some
who
believed
he
was
not
dead
;
but
both
he
and
the
old
woman
held
it
easier
to
believe
that
a
dead
man
might
revisit
the
world
he
had
left
,
than
that
one
who
went
on
living
for
hundreds
of
years
should
be
a
man
at
all
.
He
had
never
heard
that
Mr.
Raven
meddled
with
anything
in
the
house
,
but
he
might
perhaps
consider
himself
privileged
in
regard
to
the
books
.
How
the
old
woman
had
learned
so
much
about
him
he
could
not
tell
;
but
the
description
she
gave
of
him
corresponded
exactly
with
the
figure
I
had
just
seen
.
"
I
hope
it
was
but
a
friendly
call
on
the
part
of
the
old
gentleman
!
"
he
concluded
,
with
a
troubled
smile
.
I
told
him
I
had
no
objection
to
any
number
of
visits
from
Mr.
Raven
,
but
it
would
be
well
he
should
keep
to
his
resolution
of
saying
nothing
about
him
to
the
servants
.
Then
I
asked
him
if
he
had
ever
seen
the
mutilated
volume
out
of
its
place
;
he
answered
that
he
never
had
,
and
had
always
thought
it
a
fixture
.
With
that
he
went
to
it
,
and
gave
it
a
pull
:
it
seemed
immovable
.
chapter
ii
THE
MIRROR
NOTHING
more
happened
for
some
days
.
I
think
it
was
about
a
week
after
,
when
what
I
have
now
to
tell
took
place
.
I
had
often
thought
of
the
manuscript
fragment
,
and
repeatedly
tried
to
discover
some
way
of
releasing
it
,
but
in
vain
:
I
could
not
find
what
held
it
fast
.
But
I
had
for
some
time
intended
a
thorough
overhauling
of
the
books
in
the
closet
,
its
atmosphere
causing
me
uneasiness
as
to
their
condition
.
One
day
the
intention
suddenly
became
a
resolve
,
and
I
was
in
the
act
of
rising
from
my
chair
to
make
a
beginning
,
when
I
saw
the
old
librarian
moving
from
the
door
of
the
closet
toward
the
farther
end
of
the
room
.
I
ought
rather
to
say
only
that
I
caught
sight
of
something
shadowy
from
which
I
received
the
impression
of
a
slight
,
stooping
man
,
in
a
shabby
dress-coat
reaching
almost
to
his
heels
,
the
tails
of
which
,
disparting
a
little
as
he
walked
,
revealed
thin
legs
in
black
stockings
,
and
large
feet
in
wide
,
slipper-like
shoes
.
At
once
I
followed
him
:
I
might
be
following
a
shadow
,
but
I
never
doubted
I
was
following
something
.
He
went
out
of
the
library
into
the
hall
,
and
across
to
the
foot
of
the
great
staircase
,
then
up
the
stairs
to
the
first
floor
,
where
lay
the
chief
rooms
.
Past
these
rooms
,
I
following
close
,
he
continued
his
way
,
through
a
wide
corridor
,
to
the
foot
of
a
narrower
stair
leading
to
the
second
floor
.
Up
that
he
went
also
,
and
when
I
reached
the
top
,
strange
as
it
may
seem
,
I
found
myself
in
a
region
almost
unknown
to
me
.
I
never
had
brother
or
sister
to
incite
to
such
romps
as
make
children
familiar
with
nook
and
cranny
;
I
was
a
mere
child
when
my
guardian
took
me
away
;
and
I
had
never
seen
the
house
again
until
,
about
a
month
before
,
I
returned
to
take
possession
.
Through
passage
after
passage
we
came
to
a
door
at
the
bottom
of
a
winding
wooden
stair
,
which
we
ascended
.
Every
step
creaked
under
my
foot
,
but
I
heard
no
sound
from
that
of
my
guide
.
Somewhere
in
the
middle
of
the
stair
I
lost
sight
of
him
,
and
from
the
top
of
it
the
shadowy
shape
was
nowhere
visible
.
I
could
not
even
imagine
I
saw
him
.
The
place
was
full
of
shadows
,
but
he
was
not
one
of
them
.
I
was
in
the
main
garret
,
with
huge
beams
and
rafters
over
my
head
,
great
spaces
around
me
,
a
door
here
and
there
in
sight
,
and
long
vistas
whose
gloom
was
thinned
by
a
few
lurking
cobwebbed
windows
and
small
dusky
skylights
.
I
gazed
with
a
strange
mingling
of
awe
and
pleasure
:
the
wide
expanse
of
garret
was
my
own
,
and
unexplored
!
In
the
middle
of
it
stood
an
unpainted
inclosure
of
rough
planks
,
the
door
of
which
was
ajar
.
Thinking
Mr.
Raven
might
be
there
,
I
pushed
the
door
,
and
entered
.
The
small
chamber
was
full
of
light
,
but
such
as
dwells
in
places
deserted
:
it
had
a
dull
,
disconsolate
look
,
as
if
it
found
itself
of
no
use
,
and
regretted
having
come
.
A
few
rather
dim
sunrays
,
marking
their
track
through
the
cloud
of
motes
that
had
just
been
stirred
up
,
fell
upon
a
tall
mirror
with
a
dusty
face
,
old-fashioned
and
rather
narrow
—
in
appearance
an
ordinary
glass
.
It
had
an
ebony
frame
,
on
the
top
of
which
stood
a
black
eagle
,
with
outstretched
wings
,
in
his
beak
a
golden
chain
,
from
whose
end
hung
a
black
ball
.
I
had
been
looking
at
rather
than
into
the
mirror
,
when
suddenly
I
became
aware
that
it
reflected
neither
the
chamber
nor
my
own
person
.
I
have
an
impression
of
having
seen
the
wall
melt
away
,
but
what
followed
is
enough
to
account
for
any
uncertainty
:
—
could
I
have
mistaken
for
a
mirror
the
glass
that
protected
a
wonderful
picture
?
I
saw
before
me
a
wild
country
,
broken
and
heathy
.
Desolate
hills
of
no
great
height
,
but
somehow
of
strange
appearance
,
occupied
the
middle
distance
;
along
the
horizon
stretched
the
tops
of
a
far-off
mountain
range
;
nearest
me
lay
a
tract
of
moorland
,
flat
and
melancholy
.
Being
short-sighted
,
I
stepped
closer
to
examine
the
texture
of
a
stone
in
the
immediate
foreground
,
and
in
the
act
espied
,
hopping
toward
me
with
solemnity
,
a
large
and
ancient
raven
,
whose
purply
black
was
here
and
there
softened
with
gray
.
He
seemed
looking
for
worms
as
he
came
.
Nowise
astonished
at
the
appearance
of
a
live
creature
in
a
picture
,
I
took
another
step
forward
to
see
him
better
,
stumbled
over
something
—
doubtless
the
frame
of
the
mirror
—
and
stood
nose
to
beak
with
the
bird
:
I
was
in
the
open
air
,
on
a
houseless
heath
!
chapter
iii
THE
RAVEN
I
TURNED
and
looked
behind
me
:
all
was
vague
and
uncertain
,
as
when
one
cannot
distinguish
between
fog
and
field
,
between
cloud
and
mountain-side
.
One
fact
only
was
plain
—
that
I
saw
nothing
I
knew
.
Imagining
myself
involved
in
a
visual
illusion
,
and
that
touch
would
correct
sight
,
I
stretched
my
arms
and
felt
about
me
,
walking
in
this
direction
and
that
,
if
haply
,
where
I
could
see
nothing
,
I
might
yet
come
in
contact
with
something
;
but
my
search
was
vain
.
Instinctively
then
,
as
to
the
only
living
thing
near
me
,
I
turned
to
the
raven
,
which
stood
a
little
way
off
,
regarding
me
with
an
expression
at
once
respectful
and
quizzical
.
Then
the
absurdity
of
seeking
counsel
from
such
a
one
struck
me
,
and
I
turned
again
,
overwhelmed
with
bewilderment
,
not
unmingled
with
fear
.
Had
I
wandered
into
a
region
where
both
the
material
and
psychical
relations
of
our
world
had
ceased
to
hold
?
Might
a
man
at
any
moment
step
beyond
the
realm
of
order
,
and
become
the
sport
of
the
lawless
?
Yet
I
saw
the
raven
,
felt
the
ground
under
my
feet
,
and
heard
a
sound
as
of
wind
in
the
lowly
plants
around
me
!
"
How
did
I
get
here
?
"
I
said
—
apparently
aloud
,
for
the
question
was
immediately
answered
.
"
You
came
through
the
door
,
"
replied
an
odd
,
rather
harsh
voice
.
I
looked
behind
,
then
all
about
me
,
but
saw
no
human
shape
.
The
terror
that
madness
might
be
at
hand
laid
hold
upon
me
:
must
I
henceforth
place
no
confidence
either
in
my
senses
or
my
consciousness
?
The
same
instant
I
knew
it
was
the
raven
that
had
spoken
,
for
he
stood
looking
up
at
me
with
an
air
of
waiting
.
The
sun
was
not
shining
,
yet
the
bird
seemed
to
cast
a
shadow
,
and
the
shadow
seemed
part
of
himself
.
I
beg
my
reader
to
aid
me
in
the
endeavour
to
make
myself
intelligible
—
if
here
understanding
be
indeed
possible
between
us
.
I
was
in
a
world
,
or
call
it
a
state
of
things
,
an
economy
of
conditions
,
an
idea
of
existence
,
so
little
correspondent
with
the
ways
and
modes
of
this
world
—
which
we
are
apt
to
think
the
only
world
,
that
the
best
choice
I
can
make
of
word
or
phrase
is
but
an
adumbration
of
what
I
would
convey
.
I
begin
indeed
to
fear
that
I
have
undertaken
an
impossibility
,
undertaken
to
tell
what
I
cannot
tell
because
no
speech
at
my
command
will
fit
the
forms
in
my
mind
.
Already
I
have
set
down
statements
I
would
gladly
change
did
I
know
how
to
substitute
a
truer
utterance
;
but
as
often
as
I
try
to
fit
the
reality
with
nearer
words
,
I
find
myself
in
danger
of
losing
the
things
themselves
,
and
feel
like
one
in
process
of
awaking
from
a
dream
,
with
the
thing
that
seemed
familiar
gradually
yet
swiftly
changing
through
a
succession
of
forms
until
its
very
nature
is
no
longer
recognisable
.
I
bethought
me
that
a
bird
capable
of
addressing
a
man
must
have
the
right
of
a
man
to
a
civil
answer
;
perhaps
,
as
a
bird
,
even
a
greater
claim
.
A
tendency
to
croak
caused
a
certain
roughness
in
his
speech
,
but
his
voice
was
not
disagreeable
,
and
what
he
said
,
although
conveying
little
enlightenment
,
did
not
sound
rude
.
"
I
did
not
come
through
any
door
,
"
I
rejoined
.
"
I
saw
you
come
through
it
!
—
saw
you
with
my
own
ancient
eyes
!
"
asserted
the
raven
,
positively
but
not
disrespectfully
.
"
I
never
saw
any
door
!
"
I
persisted
.
"
Of
course
not
!
"
he
returned
;
"
all
the
doors
you
had
yet
seen
—
and
you
have
n't
seen
many
—
were
doors
in
;
here
you
came
upon
a
door
out
!
The
strange
thing
to
you
,
"
he
went
on
thoughtfully
,
"
will
be
,
that
the
more
doors
you
go
out
of
,
the
farther
you
get
in
!
"
"
Oblige
me
by
telling
me
where
I
am
.
"
"
That
is
impossible
.
You
know
nothing
about
whereness
.
The
only
way
to
come
to
know
where
you
are
is
to
begin
to
make
yourself
at
home
.
"
"
How
am
I
to
begin
that
where
everything
is
so
strange
?
"
"
By
doing
something
.
"
"
What
?
"
"
Anything
;
and
the
sooner
you
begin
the
better
!
for
until
you
are
at
home
,
you
will
find
it
as
difficult
to
get
out
as
it
is
to
get
in
.
"
"
I
have
,
unfortunately
,
found
it
too
easy
to
get
in
;
once
out
I
shall
not
try
again
!
"
"
You
have
stumbled
in
,
and
may
,
possibly
,
stumble
out
again
.
Whether
you
have
got
in
unfortunately
remains
to
be
seen
.
"
"
Do
you
never
go
out
,
sir
?
"
"
When
I
please
I
do
,
but
not
often
,
or
for
long
.
Your
world
is
such
a
half-baked
sort
of
place
,
it
is
at
once
so
childish
and
so
self-satisfied
—
in
fact
,
it
is
not
sufficiently
developed
for
an
old
raven
—
at
your
service
!
"
"
Am
I
wrong
,
then
,
in
presuming
that
a
man
is
superior
to
a
bird
?
"
"
That
is
as
it
may
be
.
We
do
not
waste
our
intellects
in
generalising
,
but
take
man
or
bird
as
we
find
him
.
—
I
think
it
is
now
my
turn
to
ask
you
a
question
!
"
"
You
have
the
best
of
rights
,
"
I
replied
,
"
in
the
fact
that
you
can
do
so
!
"
"
Well
answered
!
"
he
rejoined
.
"
Tell
me
,
then
,
who
you
are
—
if
you
happen
to
know
.
"
"
How
should
I
help
knowing
?
I
am
myself
,
and
must
know
!
"
"
If
you
know
you
are
yourself
,
you
know
that
you
are
not
somebody
else
;
but
do
you
know
that
you
are
yourself
?
Are
you
sure
you
are
not
your
own
father
?
—
or
,
excuse
me
,
your
own
fool
?
—
Who
are
you
,
pray
?
"
I
became
at
once
aware
that
I
could
give
him
no
notion
of
who
I
was
.
Indeed
,
who
was
I
?
It
would
be
no
answer
to
say
I
was
who
!
Then
I
understood
that
I
did
not
know
myself
,
did
not
know
what
I
was
,
had
no
grounds
on
which
to
determine
that
I
was
one
and
not
another
.
As
for
the
name
I
went
by
in
my
own
world
,
I
had
forgotten
it
,
and
did
not
care
to
recall
it
,
for
it
meant
nothing
,
and
what
it
might
be
was
plainly
of
no
consequence
here
.
I
had
indeed
almost
forgotten
that
there
it
was
a
custom
for
everybody
to
have
a
name
!
So
I
held
my
peace
,
and
it
was
my
wisdom
;
for
what
should
I
say
to
a
creature
such
as
this
raven
,
who
saw
through
accident
into
entity
?
"
Look
at
me
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
tell
me
who
I
am
.
"
As
he
spoke
,
he
turned
his
back
,
and
instantly
I
knew
him
.
He
was
no
longer
a
raven
,
but
a
man
above
the
middle
height
with
a
stoop
,
very
thin
,
and
wearing
a
long
black
tail-coat
.
Again
he
turned
,
and
I
saw
him
a
raven
.
"
I
have
seen
you
before
,
sir
,
"
I
said
,
feeling
foolish
rather
than
surprised
.
"
How
can
you
say
so
from
seeing
me
behind
?
"
he
rejoined
.
"
Did
you
ever
see
yourself
behind
?
You
have
never
seen
yourself
at
all
!
—
Tell
me
now
,
then
,
who
I
am
.
"
"
I
humbly
beg
your
pardon
,
"
I
answered
:
"
I
believe
you
were
once
the
librarian
of
our
house
,
but
more
who
I
do
not
know
.
"
"
Why
do
you
beg
my
pardon
?
"
"
Because
I
took
you
for
a
raven
,
"
I
said
—
seeing
him
before
me
as
plainly
a
raven
as
bird
or
man
could
look
.
"
You
did
me
no
wrong
,
"
he
returned
.
"
Calling
me
a
raven
,
or
thinking
me
one
,
you
allowed
me
existence
,
which
is
the
sum
of
what
one
can
demand
of
his
fellow-beings
.
Therefore
,
in
return
,
I
will
give
you
a
lesson
:
—
No
one
can
say
he
is
himself
,
until
first
he
knows
that
he
is
,
and
then
what
himself
is
.
In
fact
,
nobody
is
himself
,
and
himself
is
nobody
.
There
is
more
in
it
than
you
can
see
now
,
but
not
more
than
you
need
to
see
.
You
have
,
I
fear
,
got
into
this
region
too
soon
,
but
none
the
less
you
must
get
to
be
at
home
in
it
;
for
home
,
as
you
may
or
may
not
know
,
is
the
only
place
where
you
can
go
out
and
in
.
There
are
places
you
can
go
into
,
and
places
you
can
go
out
of
;
but
the
one
place
,
if
you
do
but
find
it
,
where
you
may
go
out
and
in
both
,
is
home
.
"
He
turned
to
walk
away
,
and
again
I
saw
the
librarian
.
He
did
not
appear
to
have
changed
,
only
to
have
taken
up
his
shadow
.
I
know
this
seems
nonsense
,
but
I
cannot
help
it
.
I
gazed
after
him
until
I
saw
him
no
more
;
but
whether
distance
hid
him
,
or
he
disappeared
among
the
heather
,
I
cannot
tell
.
Could
it
be
that
I
was
dead
,
I
thought
,
and
did
not
know
it
?
Was
I
in
what
we
used
to
call
the
world
beyond
the
grave
?
and
must
I
wander
about
seeking
my
place
in
it
?
How
was
I
to
find
myself
at
home
?
The
raven
said
I
must
do
something
:
what
could
I
do
here
?
—
And
would
that
make
me
somebody
?
for
now
,
alas
,
I
was
nobody
!
I
took
the
way
Mr.
Raven
had
gone
,
and
went
slowly
after
him
.
Presently
I
saw
a
wood
of
tall
slender
pine-trees
,
and
turned
toward
it
.
The
odour
of
it
met
me
on
my
way
,
and
I
made
haste
to
bury
myself
in
it
.
Plunged
at
length
in
its
twilight
glooms
,
I
spied
before
me
something
with
a
shine
,
standing
between
two
of
the
stems
.
It
had
no
colour
,
but
was
like
the
translucent
trembling
of
the
hot
air
that
rises
,
in
a
radiant
summer
noon
,
from
the
sun-baked
ground
,
vibrant
like
the
smitten
chords
of
a
musical
instrument
.
What
it
was
grew
no
plainer
as
I
went
nearer
,
and
when
I
came
close
up
,
I
ceased
to
see
it
,
only
the
form
and
colour
of
the
trees
beyond
seemed
strangely
uncertain
.
I
would
have
passed
between
the
stems
,
but
received
a
slight
shock
,
stumbled
,
and
fell
.
When
I
rose
,
I
saw
before
me
the
wooden
wall
of
the
garret
chamber
.
I
turned
,
and
there
was
the
mirror
,
on
whose
top
the
black
eagle
seemed
but
that
moment
to
have
perched
.
Terror
seized
me
,
and
I
fled
.
Outside
the
chamber
the
wide
garret
spaces
had
an
uncanny
look
.
They
seemed
to
have
long
been
waiting
for
something
;
it
had
come
,
and
they
were
waiting
again
!
A
shudder
went
through
me
on
the
winding
stair
:
the
house
had
grown
strange
to
me
!
something
was
about
to
leap
upon
me
from
behind
!
I
darted
down
the
spiral
,
struck
against
the
wall
and
fell
,
rose
and
ran
.
On
the
next
floor
I
lost
my
way
,
and
had
gone
through
several
passages
a
second
time
ere
I
found
the
head
of
the
stair
.
At
the
top
of
the
great
stair
I
had
come
to
myself
a
little
,
and
in
a
few
moments
I
sat
recovering
my
breath
in
the
library
.
Nothing
should
ever
again
make
me
go
up
that
last
terrible
stair
!
The
garret
at
the
top
of
it
pervaded
the
whole
house
!
It
sat
upon
it
,
threatening
to
crush
me
out
of
it
!
The
brooding
brain
of
the
building
,
it
was
full
of
mysterious
dwellers
,
one
or
other
of
whom
might
any
moment
appear
in
the
library
where
I
sat
!
I
was
nowhere
safe
!
I
would
let
,
I
would
sell
the
dreadful
place
,
in
which
an
aërial
portal
stood
ever
open
to
creatures
whose
life
was
other
than
human
!
I
would
purchase
a
crag
in
Switzerland
,
and
thereon
build
a
wooden
nest
of
one
story
with
never
a
garret
above
it
,
guarded
by
some
grand
old
peak
that
would
send
down
nothing
worse
than
a
few
tons
of
whelming
rock
!
I
knew
all
the
time
that
my
thinking
was
foolish
,
and
was
even
aware
of
a
certain
undertone
of
contemptuous
humour
in
it
;
but
suddenly
it
was
checked
,
and
I
seemed
again
to
hear
the
croak
of
the
raven
.
"
If
I
know
nothing
of
my
own
garret
,
"
I
thought
,
"
what
is
there
to
secure
me
against
my
own
brain
?
Can
I
tell
what
it
is
even
now
generating
?
—
what
thought
it
may
present
me
the
next
moment
,
the
next
month
,
or
a
year
away
?
What
is
at
the
heart
of
my
brain
?
What
is
behind
my
think
?
Am
I
there
at
all
?
—
Who
,
what
am
I
?
"
I
could
no
more
answer
the
question
now
than
when
the
raven
put
it
to
me
in
—
at
—
"
Where
in
?
—
where
at
?
"
I
said
,
and
gave
myself
up
as
knowing
anything
of
myself
or
the
universe
.
I
started
to
my
feet
,
hurried
across
the
room
to
the
masked
door
,
where
the
mutilated
volume
,
sticking
out
from
the
flat
of
soulless
,
bodiless
,
non-existent
books
,
appeared
to
beckon
me
,
went
down
on
my
knees
,
and
opened
it
as
far
as
its
position
would
permit
,
but
could
see
nothing
.
I
got
up
again
,
lighted
a
taper
,
and
peeping
as
into
a
pair
of
reluctant
jaws
,
perceived
that
the
manuscript
was
verse
.
Further
I
could
not
carry
discovery
.
Beginnings
of
lines
were
visible
on
the
left-hand
page
,
and
ends
of
lines
on
the
other
;
but
I
could
not
,
of
course
,
get
at
the
beginning
and
end
of
a
single
line
,
and
was
unable
,
in
what
I
could
read
,
to
make
any
guess
at
the
sense
.
The
mere
words
,
however
,
woke
in
me
feelings
which
to
describe
was
,
from
their
strangeness
,
impossible
.
Some
dreams
,
some
poems
,
some
musical
phrases
,
some
pictures
,
wake
feelings
such
as
one
never
had
before
,
new
in
colour
and
form
—
spiritual
sensations
,
as
it
were
,
hitherto
unproved
:
here
,
some
of
the
phrases
,
some
of
the
senseless
half-lines
,
some
even
of
the
individual
words
affected
me
in
similar
fashion
—
as
with
the
aroma
of
an
idea
,
rousing
in
me
a
great
longing
to
know
what
the
poem
or
poems
might
,
even
yet
in
their
mutilation
,
hold
or
suggest
.
I
copied
out
a
few
of
the
larger
shreds
attainable
,
and
tried
hard
to
complete
some
of
the
lines
,
but
without
the
least
success
.
The
only
thing
I
gained
in
the
effort
was
so
much
weariness
that
,
when
I
went
to
bed
,
I
fell
asleep
at
once
and
slept
soundly
.
In
the
morning
all
that
horror
of
the
empty
garret
spaces
had
left
me
.
chapter
iv
SOMEWHERE
OR
NOWHERE
?
THE
sun
was
very
bright
,
but
I
doubted
if
the
day
would
long
be
fine
,
and
looked
into
the
milky
sapphire
I
wore
,
to
see
whether
the
star
in
it
was
clear
.
It
was
even
less
defined
than
I
had
expected
.
I
rose
from
the
breakfast-table
,
and
went
to
the
window
to
glance
at
the
stone
again
.
There
had
been
heavy
rain
in
the
night
,
and
on
the
lawn
was
a
thrush
breaking
his
way
into
the
shell
of
a
snail
.
As
I
was
turning
my
ring
about
to
catch
the
response
of
the
star
to
the
sun
,
I
spied
a
keen
black
eye
gazing
at
me
out
of
the
milky
misty
blue
.
The
sight
startled
me
so
that
I
dropped
the
ring
,
and
when
I
picked
it
up
the
eye
was
gone
from
it
.
The
same
moment
the
sun
was
obscured
;
a
dark
vapour
covered
him
,
and
in
a
minute
or
two
the
whole
sky
was
clouded
.
The
air
had
grown
sultry
,
and
a
gust
of
wind
came
suddenly
.
A
moment
more
and
there
was
a
flash
of
lightning
,
with
a
single
sharp
thunder-clap
.
Then
the
rain
fell
in
torrents
.
I
had
opened
the
window
,
and
stood
there
looking
out
at
the
precipitous
rain
,
when
I
descried
a
raven
walking
toward
me
over
the
grass
,
with
solemn
gait
,
and
utter
disregard
of
the
falling
deluge
.
Suspecting
who
he
was
,
I
congratulated
myself
that
I
was
safe
on
the
ground-floor
.
At
the
same
time
I
had
a
conviction
that
,
if
I
were
not
careful
,
something
would
happen
.
He
came
nearer
and
nearer
,
made
a
profound
bow
,
and
with
a
sudden
winged
leap
stood
on
the
window-sill
.
Then
he
stepped
over
the
ledge
,
jumped
down
into
the
room
,
and
walked
to
the
door
.
I
thought
he
was
on
his
way
to
the
library
,
and
followed
him
,
determined
,
if
he
went
up
the
stair
,
not
to
take
one
step
after
him
.
He
turned
,
however
,
neither
toward
the
library
nor
the
stair
,
but
to
a
little
door
that
gave
upon
a
grass-patch
in
a
nook
between
two
portions
of
the
rambling
old
house
.
I
made
haste
to
open
it
for
him
.
He
stepped
out
into
its
creeper-covered
porch
,
and
stood
looking
at
the
rain
,
which
fell
like
a
huge
thin
cataract
;
I
stood
in
the
door
behind
him
.
The
second
flash
came
,
and
was
followed
by
a
lengthened
roll
of
more
distant
thunder
.
He
turned
his
head
over
his
shoulder
and
looked
at
me
,
as
much
as
to
say
,
"
You
hear
that
?
"
then
swivelled
it
round
again
,
and
anew
contemplated
the
weather
,
apparently
with
approbation
.
So
human
were
his
pose
and
carriage
and
the
way
he
kept
turning
his
head
,
that
I
remarked
almost
involuntarily
,
"
Fine
weather
for
the
worms
,
Mr.
Raven
!
"
"
Yes
,
"
he
answered
,
in
the
rather
croaky
voice
I
had
learned
to
know
,
"
the
ground
will
be
nice
for
them
to
get
out
and
in
!
—
It
must
be
a
grand
time
on
the
steppes
of
Uranus
!
"
he
added
,
with
a
glance
upward
;
"
I
believe
it
is
raining
there
too
;
it
was
,
all
the
last
week
!
"
"
Why
should
that
make
it
a
grand
time
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Because
the
animals
there
are
all
burrowers
,
"
he
answered
,
"
—
like
the
field-mice
and
the
moles
here
.
—
They
will
be
,
for
ages
to
come
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
that
,
if
I
may
be
so
bold
?
"
I
rejoined
.
"
As
any
one
would
who
had
been
there
to
see
,
"
he
replied
.
"
It
is
a
great
sight
,
until
you
get
used
to
it
,
when
the
earth
gives
a
heave
,
and
out
comes
a
beast
.
You
might
think
it
a
hairy
elephant
or
a
deinotherium
—
but
none
of
the
animals
are
the
same
as
we
have
ever
had
here
.
I
was
almost
frightened
myself
the
first
time
I
saw
the
dry-bog-serpent
come
wallowing
out
—
such
a
head
and
mane
!
and
such
eyes
!
—
But
the
shower
is
nearly
over
.
It
will
stop
directly
after
the
next
thunder-clap
.
There
it
is
!
"
A
flash
came
with
the
words
,
and
in
about
half
a
minute
the
thunder
.
Then
the
rain
ceased
.
"
Now
we
should
be
going
!
"
said
the
raven
,
and
stepped
to
the
front
of
the
porch
.
"
Going
where
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Going
where
we
have
to
go
,
"
he
answered
.
"
You
did
not
surely
think
you
had
got
home
?
I
told
you
there
was
no
going
out
and
in
at
pleasure
until
you
were
at
home
!
"
"
I
do
not
want
to
go
,
"
I
said
.
"
That
does
not
make
any
difference
—
at
least
not
much
,
"
he
answered
.
"
This
is
the
way
!
"
"
I
am
quite
content
where
I
am
.
"
"
You
think
so
,
but
you
are
not
.
Come
along
.
"
He
hopped
from
the
porch
onto
the
grass
,
and
turned
,
waiting
.
"
I
will
not
leave
the
house
to-day
,
"
I
said
with
obstinacy
.
"
You
will
come
into
the
garden
!
"
rejoined
the
raven
.
"
I
give
in
so
far
,
"
I
replied
,
and
stepped
from
the
porch
.
The
sun
broke
through
the
clouds
,
and
the
rain-drops
flashed
and
sparkled
on
the
grass
.
The
raven
was
walking
over
it
.
"
You
will
wet
your
feet
!
"
I
cried
.
"
And
mire
my
beak
,
"
he
answered
,
immediately
plunging
it
deep
in
the
sod
,
and
drawing
out
a
great
wriggling
red
worm
.
He
threw
back
his
head
,
and
tossed
it
in
the
air
.
It
spread
great
wings
,
gorgeous
in
red
and
black
,
and
soared
aloft
.
"
Tut
!
tut
!
"
I
exclaimed
;
"
you
mistake
,
Mr.
Raven
:
worms
are
not
the
larvæ
of
butterflies
!
"
"
Never
mind
,
"
he
croaked
;
"
it
will
do
for
once
!
I
'm
not
a
reading
man
at
present
,
but
sexton
at
the
—
at
a
certain
graveyard
—
cemetery
,
more
properly
—
in
—
at
—
no
matter
where
!
"
"
I
see
!
you
ca
n't
keep
your
spade
still
:
and
when
you
have
nothing
to
bury
,
you
must
dig
something
up
!
Only
you
should
mind
what
it
is
before
you
make
it
fly
!
No
creature
should
be
allowed
to
forget
what
and
where
it
came
from
!
"
"
Why
?
"
said
the
raven
.
"
Because
it
will
grow
proud
,
and
cease
to
recognise
its
superiors
.
"
No
man
knows
it
when
he
is
making
an
idiot
of
himself
.
"
Where
do
the
worms
come
from
?
"
said
the
raven
,
as
if
suddenly
grown
curious
to
know
.
"
Why
,
from
the
earth
,
as
you
have
just
seen
!
"
I
answered
.
"
Yes
,
last
!
"
he
replied
.
"
But
they
ca
n't
have
come
from
it
first
—
for
that
will
never
go
back
to
it
!
"
he
added
,
looking
up
.
I
looked
up
also
,
but
could
see
nothing
save
a
little
dark
cloud
,
the
edges
of
which
were
red
,
as
if
with
the
light
of
the
sunset
.
"
Surely
the
sun
is
not
going
down
!
"
I
exclaimed
,
struck
with
amazement
.
"
Oh
,
no
!
"
returned
the
raven
.
"
That
red
belongs
to
the
worm
.
"
"
You
see
what
comes
of
making
creatures
forget
their
origin
!
"
I
cried
with
some
warmth
.
"
It
is
well
,
surely
,
if
it
be
to
rise
higher
and
grow
larger
!
"
he
returned
.
"
But
indeed
I
only
teach
them
to
find
it
!
"
"
Would
you
have
the
air
full
of
worms
?
"
"
That
is
the
business
of
a
sexton
.
If
only
the
rest
of
the
clergy
understood
it
as
well
!
"
In
went
his
beak
again
through
the
soft
turf
,
and
out
came
the
wriggling
worm
.
He
tossed
it
in
the
air
,
and
away
it
flew
.
I
looked
behind
me
,
and
gave
a
cry
of
dismay
:
I
had
but
that
moment
declared
I
would
not
leave
the
house
,
and
already
I
was
a
stranger
in
the
strange
land
!
"
What
right
have
you
to
treat
me
so
,
Mr.
Raven
?
"
I
said
with
deep
offence
.
"
Am
I
,
or
am
I
not
,
a
free
agent
?
"
"
A
man
is
as
free
as
he
chooses
to
make
himself
,
never
an
atom
freer
,
"
answered
the
raven
.
"
You
have
no
right
to
make
me
do
things
against
my
will
!
"
"
When
you
have
a
will
,
you
will
find
that
no
one
can
.
"
"
You
wrong
me
in
the
very
essence
of
my
individuality
!
"
I
persisted
.
"
If
you
were
an
individual
I
could
not
,
therefore
now
I
do
not
.
You
are
but
beginning
to
become
an
individual
.
"
All
about
me
was
a
pine-forest
,
in
which
my
eyes
were
already
searching
deep
,
in
the
hope
of
discovering
an
unaccountable
glimmer
,
and
so
finding
my
way
home
.
But
,
alas
!
how
could
I
any
longer
call
that
house
home
,
where
every
door
,
every
window
opened
into
Out
,
and
even
the
garden
I
could
not
keep
inside
!
I
suppose
I
looked
discomfited
.
"
Perhaps
it
may
comfort
you
,
"
said
the
raven
,
"
to
be
told
that
you
have
not
yet
left
your
house
,
neither
has
your
house
left
you
.
At
the
same
time
it
cannot
contain
you
,
or
you
inhabit
it
!
"
"
I
do
not
understand
you
,
"
I
replied
.
"
Where
am
I
?
"
"
In
the
region
of
the
seven
dimensions
,
"
he
answered
,
with
a
curious
noise
in
his
throat
,
and
a
flutter
of
his
tail
.
"
You
had
better
follow
me
carefully
now
for
a
moment
,
lest
you
should
hurt
some
one
!
"
"
There
is
nobody
to
hurt
but
yourself
,
Mr.
Raven
!
I
confess
I
should
rather
like
to
hurt
you
!
"
"
That
you
see
nobody
is
where
the
danger
lies
.
But
you
see
that
large
tree
to
your
left
,
about
thirty
yards
away
?
"
"
Of
course
I
do
:
why
should
I
not
?
"
I
answered
testily
.
"
Ten
minutes
ago
you
did
not
see
it
,
and
now
you
do
not
know
where
it
stands
!
"
"
I
do
.
"
"
Where
do
you
think
it
stands
?
"
"
Why
there
,
where
you
know
it
is
!
"
"
Where
is
there
?
"
"
You
bother
me
with
your
silly
questions
!
"
I
cried
.
"
I
am
growing
tired
of
you
!
"
"
That
tree
stands
on
the
hearth
of
your
kitchen
,
and
grows
nearly
straight
up
its
chimney
,
"
he
said
.
"
Now
I
know
you
are
making
game
of
me
!
"
I
answered
,
with
a
laugh
of
scorn
.
"
Was
I
making
game
of
you
when
you
discovered
me
looking
out
of
your
star-sapphire
yesterday
?
"
"
That
was
this
morning
—
not
an
hour
ago
!
"
"
I
have
been
widening
your
horizon
longer
than
that
,
Mr.
Vane
;
but
never
mind
!
"
"
You
mean
you
have
been
making
a
fool
of
me
!
"
I
said
,
turning
from
him
.
"
Excuse
me
:
no
one
can
do
that
but
yourself
!
"
"
And
I
decline
to
do
it
.
"
"
You
mistake
.
"
"
How
?
"
"
In
declining
to
acknowledge
yourself
one
already
.
You
make
yourself
such
by
refusing
what
is
true
,
and
for
that
you
will
sorely
punish
yourself
.
"
"
How
,
again
?
"
"
By
believing
what
is
not
true
.
"
"
Then
,
if
I
walk
to
the
other
side
of
that
tree
,
I
shall
walk
through
the
kitchen
fire
?
"
"
Certainly
.
You
would
first
,
however
,
walk
through
the
lady
at
the
piano
in
the
breakfast-room
.
That
rosebush
is
close
by
her
.
You
would
give
her
a
terrible
start
!
"
"
There
is
no
lady
in
the
house
!
"
"
Indeed
!
Is
not
your
housekeeper
a
lady
?
She
is
counted
such
in
a
certain
country
where
all
are
servants
,
and
the
liveries
one
and
multitudinous
!
"
"
She
cannot
use
the
piano
,
anyhow
!
"
"
Her
niece
can
:
she
is
there
—
a
well-educated
girl
and
a
capital
musician
.
"
"
Excuse
me
;
I
cannot
help
it
:
you
seem
to
me
to
be
talking
sheer
nonsense
!
"
"
If
you
could
but
hear
the
music
!
Those
great
long
heads
of
wild
hyacinth
are
inside
the
piano
,
among
the
strings
of
it
,
and
give
that
peculiar
sweetness
to
her
playing
!
—
Pardon
me
:
I
forgot
your
deafness
!
"
"
Two
objects
,
"
I
said
,
"
cannot
exist
in
the
same
place
at
the
same
time
!
"
"
Can
they
not
?
I
did
not
know
!
—
I
remember
now
they
do
teach
that
with
you
.
It
is
a
great
mistake
—
one
of
the
greatest
ever
wiseacre
made
!
No
man
of
the
universe
,
only
a
man
of
the
world
could
have
said
so
!
"
"
You
a
librarian
,
and
talk
such
rubbish
!
"
I
cried
.
"
Plainly
,
you
did
not
read
many
of
the
books
in
your
charge
!
"
"
Oh
,
yes
!
I
went
through
all
in
your
library
—
at
the
time
,
and
came
out
at
the
other
side
not
much
the
wiser
.
I
was
a
bookworm
then
,
but
when
I
came
to
know
it
,
I
woke
among
the
butterflies
.
To
be
sure
I
have
given
up
reading
for
a
good
many
years
—
ever
since
I
was
made
sexton
.
—
There
!
I
smell
Grieg
's
Wedding
March
in
the
quiver
of
those
rose-petals
!
"
I
went
to
the
rose-bush
and
listened
hard
,
but
could
not
hear
the
thinnest
ghost
of
a
sound
;
I
only
smelt
something
I
had
never
before
smelt
in
any
rose
.
It
was
still
rose-odour
,
but
with
a
difference
,
caused
,
I
suppose
,
by
the
Wedding
March
.
When
I
looked
up
,
there
was
the
bird
by
my
side
.
"
Mr.
Raven
,
"
I
said
,
"
forgive
me
for
being
so
rude
:
I
was
irritated
.
Will
you
kindly
show
me
my
way
home
?
I
must
go
,
for
I
have
an
appointment
with
my
bailiff
.
One
must
not
break
faith
with
one
's
servants
!
"
"
You
cannot
break
what
was
broken
days
ago
!
"
he
answered
.
"
Do
show
me
the
way
,
"
I
pleaded
.
"
I
cannot
,
"
he
returned
.
"
To
go
back
,
you
must
go
through
yourself
,
and
that
way
no
man
can
show
another
.
"
Entreaty
was
vain
.
I
must
accept
my
fate
!
But
how
was
life
to
be
lived
in
a
world
of
which
I
had
all
the
laws
to
learn
?
There
would
,
however
,
be
adventure
!
that
held
consolation
;
and
whether
I
found
my
way
home
or
not
,
I
should
at
least
have
the
rare
advantage
of
knowing
two
worlds
!
I
had
never
yet
done
anything
to
justify
my
existence
;
my
former
world
was
nothing
the
better
for
my
sojourn
in
it
:
here
,
however
,
I
must
earn
,
or
in
some
way
find
,
my
bread
!
But
I
reasoned
that
,
as
I
was
not
to
blame
in
being
here
,
I
might
expect
to
be
taken
care
of
here
as
well
as
there
!
I
had
had
nothing
to
do
with
getting
into
the
world
I
had
just
left
,
and
in
it
I
had
found
myself
heir
to
a
large
property
!
If
that
world
,
as
I
now
saw
,
had
a
claim
upon
me
because
I
had
eaten
,
and
could
eat
again
,
upon
this
world
I
had
a
claim
because
I
must
eat
—
when
it
would
in
return
have
a
claim
on
me
!
"
There
is
no
hurry
,
"
said
the
raven
,
who
stood
regarding
me
;
"
we
do
not
go
much
by
the
clock
here
.
Still
,
the
sooner
one
begins
to
do
what
has
to
be
done
,
the
better
!
I
will
take
you
to
my
wife
.
"
"
Thank
you
.
Let
us
go
!
"
I
answered
,
and
immediately
he
led
the
way
.
chapter
v
THE
OLD
CHURCH
I
FOLLOWED
him
deep
into
the
pine-forest
.
Neither
of
us
said
much
while
yet
the
sacred
gloom
of
it
closed
us
round
.
We
came
to
larger
and
yet
larger
trees
—
older
,
and
more
individual
,
some
of
them
grotesque
with
age
.
Then
the
forest
grew
thinner
.
"
You
see
that
hawthorn
?
"
said
my
guide
at
length
,
pointing
with
his
beak
.
I
looked
where
the
wood
melted
away
on
the
edge
of
an
open
heath
.
"
I
see
a
gnarled
old
man
,
with
a
great
white
head
,
"
I
answered
.
"
Look
again
,
"
he
rejoined
:
"
it
is
a
hawthorn
.
"
"
It
seems
indeed
an
ancient
hawthorn
;
but
this
is
not
the
season
for
the
hawthorn
to
blossom
!
"
I
objected
.
"
The
season
for
the
hawthorn
to
blossom
,
"
he
replied
,
"
is
when
the
hawthorn
blossoms
.
That
tree
is
in
the
ruins
of
the
church
on
your
home-farm
.
You
were
going
to
give
some
directions
to
the
bailiff
about
its
churchyard
,
were
you
not
,
the
morning
of
the
thunder
?
"
"
I
was
going
to
tell
him
I
wanted
it
turned
into
a
wilderness
of
rose-
trees
,
and
that
the
plough
must
never
come
within
three
yards
of
it
.
"
"
Listen
!
"
said
the
raven
,
seeming
to
hold
his
breath
.
I
listened
,
and
heard
—
was
it
the
sighing
of
a
far-off
musical
wind
—
or
the
ghost
of
a
music
that
had
once
been
glad
?
Or
did
I
indeed
hear
anything
?
"
They
go
there
still
,
"
said
the
raven
.
"
Who
goes
there
?
and
where
do
they
go
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Some
of
the
people
who
used
to
pray
there
,
go
to
the
ruins
still
,
"
he
replied
.
"
But
they
will
not
go
much
longer
,
I
think
.
"
"
What
makes
them
go
now
?
"
"
They
need
help
from
each
other
to
get
their
thinking
done
,
and
their
feelings
hatched
,
so
they
talk
and
sing
together
;
and
then
,
they
say
,
the
big
thought
floats
out
of
their
hearts
like
a
great
ship
out
of
the
river
at
high
water
.
"
"
Do
they
not
pray
as
well
as
sing
?
"
"
No
;
they
have
found
that
each
can
best
pray
in
his
own
silent
heart
.
—
Some
people
are
always
at
their
prayers
.
—
Look
!
look
!
There
goes
one
!
"
He
pointed
right
up
into
the
air
.
A
snow-white
pigeon
was
mounting
,
with
quick
and
yet
quicker
wing-flap
,
the
unseen
spiral
of
an
ethereal
stair
.
The
sunshine
flashed
quivering
from
its
wings
.
"
I
see
a
pigeon
!
"
I
said
.
"
Of
course
you
see
a
pigeon
,
"
rejoined
the
raven
,
"
for
there
is
the
pigeon
!
I
see
a
prayer
on
its
way
.
—
I
wonder
now
what
heart
is
that
dove
's
mother
!
Some
one
may
have
come
awake
in
my
cemetery
!
"
"
How
can
a
pigeon
be
a
prayer
?
"
I
said
.
"
I
understand
,
of
course
,
how
it
should
be
a
fit
symbol
or
likeness
for
one
;
but
a
live
pigeon
to
come
out
of
a
heart
!
"
"
It
must
puzzle
you
!
It
cannot
fail
to
do
so
!
"
"
A
prayer
is
a
thought
,
a
thing
spiritual
!
"
I
pursued
.
"
Very
true
!
But
if
you
understood
any
world
besides
your
own
,
you
would
understand
your
own
much
better
.
—
When
a
heart
is
really
alive
,
then
it
is
able
to
think
live
things
.
