The Rainbow-虹(英文版)

第53部分 (第7/7頁)

ere　was　a　necessity　to　choose　one's　action　and

one's　deeds。　One　was　responsible　to　the　world　for　what　one

did。

Nay；　one　was　more　than　responsible　to　the　world。　One　was

responsible　to　oneself。　There　was　some　puzzling；　tormenting

residue　of　the　Sunday　world　within　her；　some　persistent　Sunday

self；　which　insisted　upon　a　relationship　with　the　now　shed…away

vision　world。　How　could　one　keep　up　a　relationship　with　that

which　one　denied？　Her　task　was　now　to　learn　the　week…day

life。

How　to　act；　that　was　the　question？　Whither　to　go；　how　to

bee　oneself？　One　was　not　oneself；　one　was　merely　a

half…stated　question。　How　to　bee　oneself；　how　to　know　the

question　and　the　answer　of　oneself；　when　one　was　merely　an

unfixed　something……nothing；　blowing　about　like　the　winds　of

heaven；　undefined；　unstated。

She　turned　to　the　visions；　which　had　spoken　far…off　words

that　ran　along　the　blood　like　ripples　of　an　unseen　wind；　she

heard　the　words　again；　she　denied　the　vision；　for　she　must　be　a

weekday　person；　to　whom　visions　were　not　true；　and　she　demanded

only　the　weekday　meaning　of　the　words。

There　were　words　spoken　by　the　vision：　and　words　must

have　a　weekday　meaning；　since　words　were　weekday　stuff。　Let　them

speak　now：　let　them　bespeak　themselves　in　weekday　terms。　The

vision　should　translate　itself　into　weekday　terms。

〃Sell　all　thou　hast；　and　give　to　the　poor；〃　she　heard　on

Sunday　morning。　That　was　plain　enough；　plain　enough　for　Monday

morning　too。　As　she　went　down　the　hill　to　the　station；