The ship sailed at midnight. And for two hours her husband stayed with her, while the child was put to bed, and the passengers came on board. It was a black night, the Hudson swayed with heaving blackness, shaken over with spilled dribbles1 of light. She leaned over the rail, and looking down thought: this is the sea; it is deeper than one imagines, and fuller of memories. At that moment the sea seemed to heave like the serpent of chaos2 that has lived for ever.
“These partings are no good, you know,” her husband was saying, at her side. “They’re no good. I don’t like them.”
His tone was full of apprehension3, misgiving4, and there was a certain clinging to the last straw of hope.
“No, neither do I,” she responded in a flat voice. She remembered how bitterly they wanted to get away from one another, he and she. The emotion of parting gave a slight tug5 at her emotions, but only caused the iron that had gone into her soul to gore6 deeper.
So, they looked at their sleeping son, and the father’s eyes were wet. But it is not the wetting of the eyes that counts, it is the deep iron rhythm of habit, the year-long, life-habits; the deep-set stroke of power.
And in their two lives, the stroke of power was hostile, his and hers. Like two engines running at variance7, they shattered one another.
“All ashore8! All ashore!”
“Maurice, you must go.”
And she thought to herself: For him it is All Ashore! For me it is Out to Sea!
Well, he waved his hanky on the midnight dreariness9 of the pier10, as the boat inched away; one among a crowd. One among a crowd! C’est ?a!
The ferry-boats, like great dishes piled with rows of lights, were still slanting11 across the Hudson. That black mouth must be the Lackawanna Station.
The ship ebbed12 on between the lights, the Hudson seemed interminable. But at last they were round the bend, and there was the poor harvest of lights at the Battery. Liberty flung up her torch in a tantrum. There was the wash of the sea.
And though the Atlantic was grey as lava13, they did come at last into the sun. Even she had a house above the bluest of seas, with a vast garden, or vineyard, all vines and olives, dropping steeply in terrace after terrace, to the strip of coast plain; and the garden full of secret places, deep groves14 of lemon far down in the cleft15 of earth, and hidden, pure green reservoirs of water; then a spring issuing out of a little cavern16, where the old Sicules had drunk before the Greeks came; and a grey goat bleating17, stabled in an ancient tomb with the niches18 empty. There was the scent19 of mimosa, and beyond, the snow of the volcano.
She saw it all, and in a measure it was soothing20. But it was all external. She didn’t really care about it. She was herself just the same, with all her anger and frustration21 inside her, and her incapacity to feel anything real. The child imitated her, and preyed22 on her peace of mind. She felt so horribly, ghastly responsible for him: as if she must be responsible for every breath he drew. And that was torture to her, to the child, and to everybody else concerned.
“You know, Juliet, the doctor told you to lie in the sun, without your clothes. Why don’t you?” said her mother.
“When I am fit to do so, I will. Do you want to kill me?” Juliet flew at her.
“To kill you, no! Only to do you good.”
“For God’s sake, leave off wanting to do me good.”
The mother at last was so hurt and incensed23, she departed.
The sea went white, and then invisible. Pouring rain fell. It was cold, in the house built for the sun.
Again a morning when the sun lifted himself molten and sparkling, naked over the sea’s rim24. The house faced south-east, Juliet lay in her bed and watched him rise. It was as if she had never seen the sun rise before. She had never seen the naked sun stand up pure upon the sea-line, shaking the night off himself, like wetness. And he was full and naked. And she wanted to come to him.
So the desire sprang secretly in her, to be naked to the sun. She cherished her desire like a secret. She wanted to come together with the sun.
But she would have to go away from the house — away from people. And it is not easy, in a country where every olive tree has eyes, and every slope is seen from afar, to go hidden, and have intercourse25 with the sun.
But she found a place: a rocky bluff26 shoved out to the sea and sun, and overgrown with the large cactus27 called prickly pear. Out of this thicket28 of cactus rose one cypress29 tree, with a pallid30, thick trunk, and a tip that leaned over, flexible, in the blue. It stood like a guardian31 looking to sea; or a candle whose huge flame was darkness against light: the long tongue of darkness licking up at the sky.
Juliet sat down by the cypress tree, and took off her clothes. The contorted cactus made a forest, hideous32 yet fascinating, about her. She sat and offered her bosom33 to the sun, sighing, even now, with a certain hard pain, against the cruelty of having to give herself: but exulting34 that at last it was no human lover.
But the sun marched in blue heaven and sent down his rays as he went. She felt the soft air of the sea on her breasts, that seemed as if they would never ripen35. But she hardly felt the sun. Fruits that would wither36 and not mature, her breasts.
Soon, however, she felt the sun inside them, warmer than ever love had been, warmer than milk or the hands of her baby. At last, her breasts were like long white grapes in the hot sun.
She slid off all her clothes, and lay naked in the sun, and as she lay she looked up through her fingers at the central sun, his blue pulsing roundness, whose outer edges streamed brilliance37. Pulsing with marvellous blue, and alive, and streaming white fire from his edges, the Sun! He faced down to her with blue body of fire, and enveloped38 her breasts and her face, her throat, her tired belly39, her knees, her thighs40 and her feet.
She lay with shut eyes, the colour of rosy41 flame through her lids. It was too much. She reached and put leaves over her eyes. Then she lay again, like a long gourd42 in the sun, green that must ripen to gold.
She could feel the sun penetrating43 into her bones; nay44, further, even into her emotions and thoughts. The dark tensions of her emotion began to give way, the cold dark clots45 of her thoughts began to dissolve. She was beginning to be warm right through. Turning over, she let her shoulders lie in the sun, her loins, the backs of her thighs, even her heels. And she lay half stunned46 with the strangeness of the thing that was happening to her. Her weary, chilled heart was melting, and in melting, evaporating. Only her womb remained tense and resistant47, the eternal resistance. It would resist even the sun.
When she was dressed again she lay once more and looked up at the cypress tree, whose crest48, a filament49, fell this way and that in the breeze. Meanwhile, she was conscious of the great sun roaming in heaven, and of her own resistance.
So, dazed, she went home, only half-seeing, sun-blinded and sun-dazed. And her blindness was like a richness to her, and her dim, warm, heavy half-consciousness was like wealth.
“Mummy! Mummy!” her child came running towards her, calling in that peculiar50 bird-like little anguish51 of want, always wanting her. She was surprised that her drowsed heart for once felt none of the anxious love-tension in return. She caught the child up in her arms, but she thought: He should not be such a lump! If he had any sun in him, he would spring up. — And she felt again the unyielding resistance of her womb, against him and everything.
She resented, rather, his little hands clutching at her, especially her neck. She pulled her throat away. She did not want him getting hold of it. She put the child down.
“Run!” she said. “Run in the sun!”
And there and then she took off his clothes and set him naked on the warm terrace.
“Play in the sun!” she said.
He was frightened and wanted to cry. But she, in the warm indolence of her body, and the complete indifference52 of her heart, and the resistance of her womb, rolled him an orange across the red tiles, and with his soft, unformed little body he toddled53 after it. Then, immediately he had it, he dropped it because it felt strange against his flesh. And he looked back at her, wrinkling his face to cry, frightened because he was stark54.
“Bring me the orange,” she said, amazed at her own deep indifference to his trepidation55. “Bring Mummy the orange.”
“He shall not grow up like his father,” she said to herself. “Like a worm that the sun has never seen.”
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chaos
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pier
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slanting
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lava
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cavern
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bleating
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niches
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scent
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soothing
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frustration
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bluff
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cactus
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thicket
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cypress
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guardian
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hideous
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ripen
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wither
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brilliance
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belly
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gourd
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penetrating
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anguish
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indifference
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