Conrad Aiken: Silent Snow, Secret Snow (IV)
IV Not a moment to soon. The darkness was coming in long white waves. A prolonged sibilance filled the night – a great seamless seethe of wild influence went abruptly across it – a cold low humming...
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III After supper, the inquisition began. He stood before the doctor, under the lamp, and submitted silently to the usual thumpings and tappings. “Now will you please say ‘Ah!’?” “Ah!” “Now again...
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II On the walk homeward, which was timeless, it pleased him to see through the accompaniment, or counterpoint, of the snow, the items of mere externality on his way. There were many kinds of bricks...
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Just why it should have happened, or why it should have happened just when it did, he could not, of course, possibly have said; nor perhaps could it even have occurred to him to ask. The thing was...
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