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half shaped towards ideas, vanished before the rough grasp of words. "It
is hard to express," he said lamely.
They sat through a long stillness.
"It is well to come here," he said at last. "We stop--our minds are very
finite. After all we are just poor animals rising out of the brute, each
with a mind, the poor beginning of a mind. We are so stupid. So much
hurts. And yet ...
"
"
I know, I know--and some day we shall see.
All this frightful stress, all this discord will resolve to harmony,
and we shall know it. Nothing is but it makes for that. Nothing. All the
failures--every little thing makes for that harmony. Everything is
necessary to it, we shall find. We shall find. Nothing, not even the
most dreadful thing, could be left out. Not even the most trivial.
Every tap of your hammer on the brass, every moment of work, my idleness
even ... Dear one! every movement of our poor little one ... All these
things go on for ever. And the faint impalpable things. We, sitting here
together.--Everything ...
"The passion that joined us, and what has come since. It is not passion
now. More than anything else it is sorrow. Dear ..."
He could say no more, could follow his thoughts no further.
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