THE WINDOW

stuck like lumps of jelly to the side of the rock.
Brooding, she changed the pool into the sea, and
made the minnows into sharks and whales, and cast
vast clouds over this tiny world by holding her
hand against the sun, and so brought darkness and
desolation, like God himself, to millions of ignorant
and innocent creatures, and then took her hand
away suddenly and let the sun stream down. Out on
the pale criss-crossed sand, high-stepping, fringed,
gauntletted, stalked some fantastic leviathan (she
was still enlarging the pool), and slipped into
the vast fissures of the mountain side. And then,
letting her eyes slide imperceptibly above the pool
and rest on that wavering line of sea and sky, on
the tree trunks which the smoke of steamers made
waver upon the horizon, she became with all that
dower sweeping savagely in and inevitably with-
drawing, hypnotised, and the two senses of that
vastness and this tininess (the pool had diminished
again) flowering within it made her feel that she
was bound hand and foot and unable to move by
the intensity of feelings which reduced her own
body, her own life, and the lives of all the people
in the world, for ever, to nothingness. So listen-
ing to the waves, crouched over the pool, she
brooded.

And Andrew shouted that the sea was coming
in, so she leapt splashing through the shallow

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