第11部分(第6/7 頁)

〃I　know；　I　know〃；　of　Jews　running　down　the　street　shouting　in

Yiddish；　〃Don't　do　it；　don't　do　it；〃　and　being　cut　down　by

demented　peasants……she　called　them　〃cattle〃……whilst

she　looked　on　interested　and　even　amused；　of　tutors　and

governesses　and　Paris　and　a　convent。　It　was　too　much　for　him。

And　there　she　sat；　telling　the　tales　to　the　open　space；　not　to

him；　arrogating　a　curious　superiority　to　him；　a　distance　between

them；　something　strange　and　foreign　and　outside　his　life；

talking；　rattling；　without　rhyme　or　reason；　laughing　when　he　was

shocked　or　astounded；　condemning　nothing；　confounding　his　mind

and　making　the　whole　world　a　chaos；　without　order　or　stability

of　any　kind。　Then；　when　they　went　to　bed；　he　knew　that　he　had

nothing　to　do　with　her。　She　was　back　in　her　childhood；　he　was　a

peasant；　a　serf；　a　servant；　a　lover；　a　paramour；　a　shadow；　a

nothing。　He　lay　still　in　amazement；　staring　at　the　room　he　knew

so　well；　and　wondering　whether　it　was　really　there；　the　window；

the　chest　of　drawers；　or　whether　it　was　merely　a　figment　in　the

atmosphere。　And　gradually　he　grew　into　a　raging　fury　against

her。　But　because　he　was　so　much　amazed；　and　there　was　as　yet

such　a　distance　between　them；　and　she　was　such　an　amazing　thing

to　him；　with　all　wonder　opening　out　behind　her；　he　made　no

retaliation　on　her。　Only　he　lay　still　and　wide…eyed　with　rage；

inarticulate；　not　understanding；　but　solid　with　hostility。

And　he　remained　wrathful　and　distinct　from　her；　unchanged

outwardly　to　her；　but　underneath　a　solid　power　of　antagonism　to

her。　Of　which　she　became　gradually　aware。　And　it　irritated　her

to　be　made　aw