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第27部分（第2页）

burr；　he　was　shed　naked　and　glistening　on　to　a　soft；　fecund

earth；　leaving　behind　him　the　hard　rind　of　worldly　knowledge　and

experience。　He　heard　it　in　the　hucksters　cries；　the　noise　of

carts；　the　calling　of　children。　And　it　was　all　like　the　hard；

shed　rind；　discarded。　Inside；　in　the　softness　and　stillness　of

the　room；　was　the　naked　kernel；　that　palpitated　in　silent

activity；　absorbed　in　reality。

Inside　the　room　was　a　great　steadiness；　a　core　of　living

eternity。　Only　far　outside；　at　the　rim；　went　on　the　noise　and

the　destruction。　Here　at　the　centre　the　great　wheel　was

motionless；　centred　upon　itself。　Here　was　a　poised；　unflawed

stillness　that　was　beyond　time；　because　it　remained　the　same；

inexhaustible；　unchanging；　unexhausted。

As　they　lay　close　together；　plete　and　beyond　the　touch　of

time　or　change；　it　was　as　if　they　were　at　the　very　centre　of　all

the　slow　wheeling　of　space　and　the　rapid　agitation　of　life；

deep；　deep　inside　them　all；　at　the　centre　where　there　is　utter

radiance；　and　eternal　being；　and　the　silence　absorbed　in　praise：

the　steady　core　of　all　movements；　the　unawakened　sleep　of　all

wakefulness。　They　found　themselves　there；　and　they　lay　still；　in

each　others　arms；　for　their　moment　they　were　at　the　heart　of

eternity；　whilst　time　roared　far　off；　for　ever　far　off；　towards

the　rim。

Then　gradually　they　were　passed　away　from　the　supreme　centre；

down　the　circles　of　praise　and　joy　and　gladness；　further　and

further　out；　towards　the　noise　and　the　friction。　But　their

hearts　had　burned　and　were　tempered　by　the　inner　reality；　they

were　unalterably　glad。

Gradually　they　began　to　wake　up；　the　noises　outside　became

more　real。　They　understood　and　answered　the　call　outside。　They

counted　the　strokes　of　the　bell。　And　when　they　counted　midday；

they　understood　that　it　was　midday；　in　the　world；　and　for

themselves　also。

It　dawned　upon　her　that　she　was　hungry。　She　had　been　getting

hungrier　for　a　lifetime。　But　even　yet　it　was　not　sufficiently