AwhileagoIwasirain,aingnearSligo.ThelasttimeIhadbeentheresomethingwastroublingme,andIhadlongedforamessagefromthosebeingsorbodilessmoods,orwhatevertheybe,whoinhabittheworldofspirits.Themessagecame,foronenightIsawwithblindingdistinessablaimal,halfweasel,halfdog,movingaloopofastonewall,alytheblaimalvanished,andfromtheothersidecameawhiteweasel-likedog,hispinkfleshshiningthroughhiswhitehairandallinablazeoflight;andIrememberedapleasantbeliefabouttwswhogoaboutrepresentingdayandnight,goodandevil,andwasfortedbytheexcellentomen.ButnowIlongedforamessageofanotherkind,andce,ifcethereis,broughtit,foramangotintothecarriageaoplayonafiddlemadeapparentlyofanoldblag-box,andthoughIamquiteunmusicalthesoundsfilledmewiththestraemotions.

    IseemedtohearavoientationoutoftheGoldeoldmethatweareimperfeplete,andnomorelikeabeautifulwovenweb,butlikeabundleofcordskogetherandflungintoaer.Itsaidofthefiddle.Itsaidthatwithusthebeautifularenotcleverandthecleverareiful,andthatthebestofourmomentsaremarredbyalittlevulgarity,orbyapin-prickoutofsadrecolle,andthatthefiddlemusteverlamentaboutitall.ItsaidthatifonlytheywholiveintheGoldenAgecoulddiewemightbehappy,forthesadvoiceswouldbestill;butalas!alas!

    theymustsingaweepuntiltheEternalgatesswingopen.

    Wewereingintothebigglass-roofedterminus,andthefiddlerputawayhisoldblag-boxandheldouthishatforacopper,andthehedoorandwasgone.松语文学Www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读