\"Idon’tthinkofSundayonprinciple，\"saidGogolsimply，\"anymorethanIstareatthesunatnoonday。\"
\"Well，thatisapointofview，\"saidSymethoughtfully。\"Whatdoyousay，Professor？\"
TheProfessorwaswalkingwithbentheadandtrailingstick，andhedidnotansweratall。
\"Wakeup，Professor！\"saidSymegenially。\"TelluswhatyouthinkofSunday。\"
TheProfessorspokeatlastveryslowly。
\"Ithinksomething，\"hesaid，\"thatIcannotsayclearly。Or，rather，IthinksomethingthatIcannoteventhinkclearly。Butitissomethinglikethis。Myearlylife，asyouknow，wasabittoolargeandloose。
Well，whenIsawSunday’sfaceIthoughtitwastoolarge——
everybodydoes，butIalsothoughtitwastooloose。Thefacewassobig，thatonecouldn’tfocusitormakeitafaceatall。
Theeyewassofarawayfromthenose，thatitwasn’taneye。
Themouthwassomuchbyitself，thatonehadtothinkofitbyitself。Thewholethingistoohardtoexplain。\"
Hepausedforalittle，stilltrailinghisstick，andthenwenton——
\"Butputitthisway。Walkinguparoadatnight，Ihaveseenalampandalightedwindowandacloudmaketogetheramostcompleteandunmistakableface。IfanyoneinheavenhasthatfaceIshallknowhimagain。YetwhenIwalkedalittlefartherIfoundthattherewasnoface，thatthewindowwastenyardsaway，thelamptenhundredyards，thecloudbeyondtheworld。Well，Sunday’sfaceescapedme;itranawaytorightandleft，assuchchancepicturesrunaway。Andsohisfacehasmademe，somehow，doubtwhetherthereareanyfaces。Idon’tknowwhetheryourface，Bull，isafaceoracombinationinperspective。Perhapsoneblackdiscofyourbeastlyglassesisquitecloseandanotherfiftymilesaway。Oh，thedoubtsofamaterialistarenotworthadump。Sundayhastaughtmethelastandtheworstdoubts，thedoubtsofaspiritualist。IamaBuddhist，Isuppose;andBuddhismisnotacreed，itisadoubt。MypoordearBull，Idonotbelievethatyoureallyhaveaface。I
havenotfaithenoughtobelieveinmatter。\"
Syme’seyeswerestillfixedupontheerrantorb，which，reddenedintheeveninglight，lookedlikesomerosierandmoreinnocentworld。
\"Haveyounoticedanoddthing，\"hesaid，\"aboutallyourdescriptions？EachmanofyoufindsSundayquitedifferent，yeteachmanofyoucanonlyfindonethingtocomparehimto——theuniverseitself。Bullfindshimliketheearthinspring，Gogollikethesunatnoonday。TheSecretaryisremindedoftheshapelessprotoplasm，andtheInspectorofthecarelessnessofvirginforests。TheProfessorsaysheislikeachanginglandscape。Thisisqueer，butitisqueererstillthatIalsohavehadmyoddnotionaboutthePresident，andIalsofindthatIthinkofSundayasIthinkofthewholeworld。\"
\"Getonalittlefaster，Syme，\"saidBull;\"nevermindtheballoon。\"
\"WhenIfirstsawSunday，\"saidSymeslowly，\"Ionlysawhisback;
andwhenIsawhisback，Iknewhewastheworstmanintheworld。
Hisneckandshoulderswerebrutal，likethoseofsomeapishgod。
Hisheadhadastoopthatwashardlyhuman，likethestoopofanox。Infact，Ihadatoncetherevoltingfancythatthiswasnotamanatall，butabeastdressedupinmen’sclothes。\"
\"Geton，\"saidDr。Bull。
\"Andthenthequeerthinghappened。Ihadseenhisbackfromthestreet，ashesatinthebalcony。ThenIenteredthehotel，andcomingroundtheothersideofhim，sawhisfaceinthesunlight。
Hisfacefrightenedme，asitdideveryone;butnotbecauseitwasbrutal，notbecauseitwasevil。Onthecontrary，itfrightenedmebecauseitwassobeautiful，becauseitwassogood。\"
\"Syme，\"exclaimedtheSecretary，\"areyouill？\"
\"Itwaslikethefaceofsomeancientarchangel，judgingjustlyafterheroicwars。Therewaslaughterintheeyes，andinthemouthhonourandsorrow。Therewasthesamewhitehair，thesamegreat，grey—cladshouldersthatIhadseenfrombehind。ButwhenIsawhimfrombehindIwascertainhewasananimal，andwhenIsawhiminfrontIknewhewasagod。\"
\"Pan，\"saidtheProfessordreamily，\"wasagodandananimal。\"
\"Then，andagainandalways，\"wentonSymelikeamantalkingtohimself，\"thathasbeenformethemysteryofSunday，anditisalsothemysteryoftheworld。WhenIseethehorribleback，Iamsurethenoblefaceisbutamask。WhenIseethefacebutforaninstant，Iknowthebackisonlyajest。Badissobad，thatwecannotbutthinkgoodanaccident;goodissogood，thatwefeelcertainthatevilcouldbeexplained。ButthewholecametoakindofcrestyesterdaywhenIracedSundayforthecab，andwasjustbehindhimalltheway。\"
\"Hadyoutimeforthinkingthen？\"askedRatcliffe。
\"Time，\"repliedSyme，\"foroneoutrageousthought。Iwassuddenlypossessedwiththeideathattheblind，blankbackofhisheadreallywashisface——anawful，eyelessfacestaringatme！AndI
fanciedthatthefigurerunninginfrontofmewasreallyafigurerunningbackwards，anddancingasheran。\"
\"Horrible！\"saidDr。Bull，andshuddered。
\"Horribleisnottheword，\"saidSyme。\"Itwasexactlytheworstinstantofmylife。Andyettenminutesafterwards，whenheputhisheadoutofthecabandmadeagrimacelikeagargoyle，Iknewthathewasonlylikeafatherplayinghide—and—seekwithhischildren。\"
\"Itisalonggame，\"saidtheSecretary，andfrownedathisbrokenboots。
\"Listentome，\"criedSymewithextraordinaryemphasis。\"ShallI
tellyouthesecretofthewholeworld？Itisthatwehaveonlyknownthebackoftheworld。Weseeeverythingfrombehind，anditlooksbrutal。Thatisnotatree，butthebackofatree。Thatisnotacloud，butthebackofacloud。Cannotyouseethateverythingisstoopingandhidingaface？Ifwecouldonlygetroundinfront——\"
\"Look！\"criedoutBullclamorously，\"theballooniscomingdown！\"
TherewasnoneedtocryouttoSyme，whohadnevertakenhiseyesoffit。Hesawthegreatluminousglobesuddenlystaggerinthesky，rightitself，andthensinkslowlybehindthetreeslikeasettingsun。
ThemancalledGogol，whohadhardlyspokenthroughalltheirwearytravels，suddenlythrewuphishandslikealostspirit。
\"Heisdead！\"hecried。\"AndnowIknowhewasmyfriend——myfriendinthedark！\"
\"Dead！\"snortedtheSecretary。\"Youwillnotfindhimdeadeasily。
Ifhehasbeentippedoutofthecar，weshallfindhimrollingasacoltrollsinafield，kickinghislegsforfun。\"
\"Clashinghishoofs，\"saidtheProfessor。\"Thecoltsdo，andsodidPan。\"
\"Panagain！\"saidDr。Bullirritably。\"YouseemtothinkPaniseverything。\"
\"Soheis，\"saidtheProfessor，\"inGreek。Hemeanseverything。\"
\"Don’tforget，\"saidtheSecretary，lookingdown，\"thathealsomeansPanic。\"
Symehadstoodwithouthearinganyoftheexclamations。
\"Itfelloverthere，\"hesaidshortly。\"Letusfollowit！\"
Thenheaddedwithanindescribablegesture——
\"Oh，ifhehascheatedusallbygettingkilled！Itwouldbelikeoneofhislarks。\"
Hestrodeofftowardsthedistanttreeswithanewenergy，hisragsandribbonsflutteringinthewind。Theothersfollowedhiminamorefootsoreanddubiousmanner。Andalmostatthesamemomentallsixmenrealisedthattheywerenotaloneinthelittlefield。
Acrossthesquareofturfatallmanwasadvancingtowardsthem，leaningonastrangelongstafflikeasceptre。Hewascladinafinebutold—fashionedsuitwithknee—breeches;itscolourwasthatshadebetweenblue，violetandgreywhichcanbeseenincertainshadowsofthewoodland。Hishairwaswhitishgrey，andatthefirstglance，takenalongwithhisknee—breeches，lookedasifitwaspowdered。Hisadvancewasveryquiet;butforthesilverfrostuponhishead，hemighthavebeenonetotheshadowsofthewood。
\"Gentlemen，\"hesaid，\"mymasterhasacarriagewaitingforyouintheroadjustby。\"
\"Whoisyourmaster？\"askedSyme，standingquitestill。
\"Iwastoldyouknewhisname，\"saidthemanrespectfully。
Therewasasilence，andthentheSecretarysaid——
\"Whereisthiscarriage？\"
\"Ithasbeenwaitingonlyafewmoments，\"saidthestranger。\"Mymasterhasonlyjustcomehome。\"
Symelookedleftandrightuponthepatchofgreenfieldinwhichhefoundhimself。Thehedgeswereordinaryhedges，thetreesseemedordinarytrees;yethefeltlikeamanentrappedinfairyland。
Helookedthemysteriousambassadorupanddown，buthecoulddiscovernothingexceptthattheman’scoatwastheexactcolourofthepurpleshadows，andthattheman’sfacewastheexactcolouroftheredandbrownandgoldensky。
\"Showustheplace，\"Symesaidbriefly，andwithoutawordthemaninthevioletcoatturnedhisbackandwalkedtowardsagapinthehedge，whichletinsuddenlythelightofawhiteroad。
Asthesixwanderersbrokeoutuponthisthoroughfare，theysawthewhiteroadblockedbywhatlookedlikealongrowofcarriages，sucharowofcarriagesasmightclosetheapproachtosomehouseinParkLane。Alongthesideofthesecarriagesstoodarankofsplendidservants，alldressedinthegrey—blueuniform，andallhavingacertainqualityofstatelinessandfreedomwhichwouldnotcommonlybelongtotheservantsofagentleman，butrathertotheofficialsandambassadorsofagreatking。Therewerenolessthansixcarriageswaiting，oneforeachofthetatteredandmiserableband。Alltheattendants（asifincourt—dress）woreswords，andaseachmancrawledintohiscarriagetheydrewthem，andsalutedwithasuddenblazeofsteel。
\"Whatcanitallmean？\"askedBullofSymeastheyseparated。\"IsthisanotherjokeofSunday’s？\"
\"Idon’tknow，\"saidSymeashesankwearilybackinthecushionsofhiscarriage;\"butifitis，it’soneofthejokesyoutalkabout。It’sagood—naturedone。\"
Thesixadventurershadpassedthroughmanyadventures，butnotonehadcarriedthemsoutterlyofftheirfeetasthislastadventureofcomfort。Theyhadallbecomeinuredtothingsgoingroughly;butthingssuddenlygoingsmoothlyswampedthem。Theycouldnotevenfeeblyimaginewhatthecarriageswere;itwasenoughforthemtoknowthattheywerecarriages，andcarriageswithcushions。Theycouldnotconceivewhotheoldmanwaswhohadledthem;butitwasquiteenoughthathehadcertainlyledthemtothecarriages。
Symedrovethroughadriftingdarknessoftreesinutterabandonment。Itwastypicalofhimthatwhilehehadcarriedhisbeardedchinforwardfiercelysolongasanythingcouldbedone，whenthewholebusinesswastakenoutofhishandshefellbackonthecushionsinafrankcollapse。
Verygraduallyandveryvaguelyherealisedintowhatrichroadsthecarriagewascarryinghim。Hesawthattheypassedthestonegatesofwhatmighthavebeenapark，thattheybegangraduallytoclimbahillwhich，whilewoodedonbothsides，wassomewhatmoreorderlythanaforest。Thentherebegantogrowuponhim，asuponamanslowlywakingfromahealthysleep，apleasureineverything。
Hefeltthatthehedgeswerewhathedgesshouldbe，livingwalls;
thatahedgeislikeahumanarmy，disciplined，butallthemorealive。Hesawhighelmsbehindthehedges，andvaguelythoughthowhappyboyswouldbeclimbingthere。Thenhiscarriagetookaturnofthepath，andhesawsuddenlyandquietly，likealong，low，sunsetcloud，along，lowhouse，mellowinthemildlightofsunset。Allthesixfriendscomparednotesafterwardsandquarrelled;buttheyallagreedthatinsomeunaccountablewaytheplaceremindedthemoftheirboyhood。Itwaseitherthiselm—toporthatcrookedpath，itwaseitherthisscrapoforchardorthatshapeofawindow;buteachmanofthemdeclaredthathecouldrememberthisplacebeforehecouldrememberhismother。
Whenthecarriageseventuallyrolleduptoalarge，low，cavernousgateway，anothermaninthesameuniform，butwearingasilverstaronthegreybreastofhiscoat，cameouttomeetthem。ThisimpressivepersonsaidtothebewilderedSyme——
\"Refreshmentsareprovidedforyouinyourroom。\"
Syme，undertheinfluenceofthesamemesmericsleepofamazement，wentupthelargeoakenstairsaftertherespectfulattendant。Heenteredasplendidsuiteofapartmentsthatseemedtobedesignedspeciallyforhim。Hewalkeduptoalongmirrorwiththeordinaryinstinctofhisclass，topullhistiestraightortosmoothhishair;andtherehesawthefrightfulfigurethathewas——bloodrunningdownhisfacefromwheretheboughhadstruckhim，hishairstandingoutlikeyellowragsofrankgrass，hisclothestornintolong，waveringtatters。Atoncethewholeenigmasprangup，simplyasthequestionofhowhehadgotthere，andhowhewastogetoutagain。Exactlyatthesamemomentamaninblue，whohadbeenappointedashisvalet，saidverysolemnly——
\"Ihaveputoutyourclothes，sir。\"
\"Clothes！\"saidSymesardonically。\"Ihavenoclothesexceptthese，\"andheliftedtwolongstripsofhisfrock—coatinfascinatingfestoons，andmadeamovementasiftotwirllikeaballetgirl。
\"Mymasterasksmetosay，\"saidtheattendant，thatthereisafancydressballtonight，andthathedesiresyoutoputonthecostumethatIhavelaidout。Meanwhile，sir，thereisabottleofBurgundyandsomecoldpheasant，whichhehopesyouwillnotrefuse，asitissomehoursbeforesupper。\"
\"Coldpheasantisagoodthing，\"saidSymereflectively，\"andBurgundyisaspankinggoodthing。ButreallyIdonotwanteitherofthemsomuchasIwanttoknowwhatthedevilallthismeans，andwhatsortofcostumeyouhavegotlaidoutforme。Whereisit？\"
Theservantliftedoffakindofottomanalongpeacock—bluedrapery，ratherofthenatureofadomino，onthefrontofwhichwasemblazonedalargegoldensun，andwhichwassplashedhereandtherewithflamingstarsandcrescents。
\"You’retobedressedasThursday，sir，\"saidthevaletsomewhataffably。
\"DressedasThursday！\"saidSymeinmeditation。\"Itdoesn’tsoundawarmcostume。\"
\"Oh，yes，sir，\"saidtheothereagerly，\"theThursdaycostumeisquitewarm，sir。Itfastensuptothechin。\"
\"Well，Idon’tunderstandanything，\"saidSyme，sighing。\"Ihavebeenusedsolongtouncomfortableadventuresthatcomfortableadventuresknockmeout。Still，ImaybeallowedtoaskwhyI
shouldbeparticularlylikeThursdayinagreenfrockspottedalloverwiththesunandmoon。Thoseorbs，Ithink，shineonotherdays。IoncesawthemoononTuesday，Iremember。\"
\"Begpardon，sir，\"saidthevalet，\"Biblealsoprovidedforyou，\"
andwitharespectfulandrigidfingerhepointedoutapassageinthefirstchapterofGenesis。Symereaditwondering。Itwasthatinwhichthefourthdayoftheweekisassociatedwiththecreationofthesunandmoon。Here，however，theyreckonedfromaChristianSunday。
\"Thisisgettingwilderandwilder，\"saidSyme，ashesatdowninachair。\"WhoarethesepeoplewhoprovidecoldpheasantandBurgundy，andgreenclothesandBibles？Dotheyprovideeverything？\"
\"Yes，sir，everything，\"saidtheattendantgravely。\"ShallIhelpyouonwithyourcostume？\"
\"Oh，hitchtheballythingon！\"saidSymeimpatiently。
Butthoughheaffectedtodespisethemummery，hefeltacuriousfreedomandnaturalnessinhismovementsastheblueandgoldgarmentfellabouthim;andwhenhefoundthathehadtowearasword，itstirredaboyishdream。Ashepassedoutoftheroomheflungthefoldsacrosshisshoulderwithagesture，hisswordstoodoutatanangle，andhehadalltheswaggerofatroubadour。
Forthesedisguisesdidnotdisguise，butreveal。
CHAPTERXV
THEACCUSER
ASSymestrodealongthecorridorhesawtheSecretarystandingatthetopofagreatflightofstairs。Themanhadneverlookedsonoble。Hewasdrapedinalongrobeofstarlessblack，downthecentreofwhichfellabandorbroadstripeofpurewhite，likeasingleshaftoflight。Thewholelookedlikesomeverysevereecclesiasticalvestment。TherewasnoneedforSymetosearchhismemoryortheBibleinordertorememberthatthefirstdayofcreationmarkedthemerecreationoflightoutofdarkness。Thevestmentitselfwouldalonehavesuggestedthesymbol;andSymefeltalsohowperfectlythispatternofpurewhiteandblackexpressedthesoulofthepaleandaustereSecretary，withhisinhumanveracityandhiscoldfrenzy，whichmadehimsoeasilymakewarontheanarchists，andyetsoeasilypassforoneofthem。Symewasscarcelysurprisedtonoticethat，amidalltheeaseandhospitalityoftheirnewsurroundings，thisman’seyeswerestillstern。NosmellofaleororchardscouldmaketheSecretaryceasetoaskareasonablequestion。
IfSymehadbeenabletoseehimself，hewouldhaverealisedthathe，too，seemedtobeforthefirsttimehimselfandnooneelse。
ForiftheSecretarystoodforthatphilosopherwholovestheoriginalandformlesslight，Symewasatypeofthepoetwhoseeksalwaystomakethelightinspecialshapes，tosplititupintosunandstar。Thephilosophermaysometimeslovetheinfinite;thepoetalwayslovesthefinite。Forhimthegreatmomentisnotthecreationoflight，butthecreationofthesunandmoon。
AstheydescendedthebroadstairstogethertheyovertookRatcliffe，whowascladinspringgreenlikeahuntsman，andthepatternuponwhosegarmentwasagreentangleoftrees。Forhestoodforthatthirddayonwhichtheearthandgreenthingsweremade，andhissquare，sensibleface，withitsnotunfriendlycynicism，seemedappropriateenoughtoit。
TheywereledoutofanotherbroadandlowgatewayintoaverylargeoldEnglishgarden，fulloftorchesandbonfires，bythebrokenlightofwhichavastcarnivalofpeopleweredancinginmotleydress。SymeseemedtoseeeveryshapeinNatureimitatedinsomecrazycostume。Therewasamandressedasawindmillwithenormoussails，amandressedasanelephant，amandressedasaballoon;thetwolast，together，seemedtokeepthethreadoftheirfarcicaladventures。Symeevensaw，withaqueerthrill，onedancerdressedlikeanenormoushornbill，withabeaktwiceasbigashimself——thequeerbirdwhichhadfixeditselfonhisfancylikealivingquestionwhilehewasrushingdownthelongroadattheZoologicalGardens。Therewereathousandothersuchobjects，however。Therewasadancinglamp—post，adancingappletree，adancingship。Onewouldhavethoughtthattheuntamabletuneofsomemadmusicianhadsetallthecommonobjectsoffieldandstreetdancinganeternaljig。Andlongafterwards，whenSymewasmiddle—agedandatrest，hecouldneverseeoneofthoseparticularobjects——alamppost，oranappletree，orawindmill——
withoutthinkingthatitwasastrayedrevellerfromthatrevelofmasquerade。
Ononesideofthislawn，alivewithdancers，wasasortofgreenbank，liketheterraceinsuchold—fashionedgardens。
Alongthis，inakindofcrescent，stoodsevengreatchairs，thethronesofthesevendays。GogolandDr。Bullwerealreadyintheirseats;theProfessorwasjustmountingtohis。Gogol，orTuesday，hadhissimplicitywellsymbolisedbyadressdesigneduponthedivisionofthewaters，adressthatseparateduponhisforeheadandfelltohisfeet，greyandsilver，likeasheetofrain。TheProfessor，whosedaywasthatonwhichthebirdsandfishes——theruderformsoflife——werecreated，hadadressofdimpurple，overwhichsprawledgoggle—eyedfishesandoutrageoustropicalbirds，theunioninhimofunfathomablefancyandofdoubt。Dr。Bull，thelastdayofCreation，woreacoatcoveredwithheraldicanimalsinredandgold，andonhiscrestamanrampant。Helaybackinhischairwithabroadsmile，thepictureofanoptimistinhiselement。
Onebyonethewanderersascendedthebankandsatintheirstrangeseats。Aseachofthemsatdownaroarofenthusiasmrosefromthecarnival，suchasthatwithwhichcrowdsreceivekings。
Cupswereclashedandtorchesshaken，andfeatheredhatsflungintheair。Themenforwhomthesethroneswerereservedweremencrownedwithsomeextraordinarylaurels。Butthecentralchairwasempty。
SymewasonthelefthandofitandtheSecretaryontheright。
TheSecretarylookedacrosstheemptythroneatSyme，andsaid，compressinghislips——
\"Wedonotknowyetthatheisnotdeadinafield。\"
AlmostasSymeheardthewords，hesawontheseaofhumanfacesinfrontofhimafrightfulandbeautifulalteration，asifheavenhadopenedbehindhishead。ButSundayhadonlypassedsilentlyalongthefrontlikeashadow，andhadsatinthecentralseat。Hewasdrapedplainly，inapureandterriblewhite，andhishairwaslikeasilverflameonhisforehead。
Foralongtime——itseemedforhours——thathugemasqueradeofmankindswayedandstampedinfrontofthemtomarchingandexultantmusic。Everycoupledancingseemedaseparateromance;
itmightbeafairydancingwithapillar—box，orapeasantgirldancingwiththemoon;butineachcaseitwas，somehow，asabsurdasAliceinWonderland，yetasgraveandkindasalovestory。Atlast，however，thethickcrowdbegantothinitself。
Couplesstrolledawayintothegarden—walks，orbegantodrifttowardsthatendofthebuildingwherestoodsmoking，inhugepotslikefish—kettles，somehotandscentedmixturesofoldaleorwine。Aboveallthese，uponasortofblackframeworkontheroofofthehouse，roaredinitsironbasketagiganticbonfire，whichlitupthelandformiles。Itflungthehomelyeffectoffirelightoverthefaceofvastforestsofgreyorbrown，anditseemedtofillwithwarmtheventheemptinessofuppernight。
Yetthisalso，afteratime，wasallowedtogrowfainter;thedimgroupsgatheredmoreandmoreroundthegreatcauldrons，orpassed，laughingandclattering，intotheinnerpassagesofthatancienthouse。Soontherewereonlysometenloiterersinthegarden;soononlyfour。Finallythelaststraymerry—makerranintothehousewhoopingtohiscompanions。Thefirefaded，andtheslow，strongstarscameout。Andthesevenstrangemenwereleftalone，likesevenstonestatuesontheirchairsofstone。
Notoneofthemhadspokenaword。
Theyseemedinnohastetodoso，butheardinsilencethehumofinsectsandthedistantsongofonebird。ThenSundayspoke，butsodreamilythathemighthavebeencontinuingaconversationratherthanbeginningone。
\"Wewilleatanddrinklater，\"hesaid。\"Letusremaintogetheralittle，wewhohavelovedeachothersosadly，andhavefoughtsolong。Iseemtorememberonlycenturiesofheroicwar，inwhichyouwerealwaysheroes——epiconepic，iliadoniliad，andyoualwaysbrothersinarms。Whetheritwasbutrecently（fortimeisnothing），oratthebeginningoftheworld，Isentyououttowar。Isatinthedarkness，wherethereisnotanycreatedthing，andtoyouIwasonlyavoicecommandingvalourandanunnaturalvirtue。Youheardthevoiceinthedark，andyouneverhearditagain。Thesuninheavendeniedit，theearthandskydeniedit，allhumanwisdomdeniedit。AndwhenImetyouinthedaylightI
denieditmyself。\"
Symestirredsharplyinhisseat，butotherwisetherewassilence，andtheincomprehensiblewenton。
\"Butyouweremen。Youdidnotforgetyoursecrethonour，thoughthewholecosmosturnedanengineoftorturetotearitoutofyou。Iknewhownearyouweretohell。Iknowhowyou，Thursday，crossedswordswithKingSatan，andhowyou，Wednesday，namedmeinthehourwithouthope。\"
Therewascompletesilenceinthestarlitgarden，andthentheblack—browedSecretary，implacable，turnedinhischairtowardsSunday，andsaidinaharshvoice——
\"Whoandwhatareyou？\"
\"IamtheSabbath，\"saidtheotherwithoutmoving。\"IamthepeaceofGod。\"
TheSecretarystartedup，andstoodcrushinghiscostlyrobeinhishand。
\"Iknowwhatyoumean，\"hecried，\"anditisexactlythatthatI
cannotforgiveyou。Iknowyouarecontentment，optimism，whatdotheycallthething，anultimatereconciliation。Well，Iamnotreconciled。Ifyouwerethemaninthedarkroom，whywereyoualsoSunday，anoffensetothesunlight？Ifyouwerefromthefirstourfatherandourfriend，whywereyoualsoourgreatestenemy？Wewept，wefledinterror;theironenteredintooursouls——andyouarethepeaceofGod！Oh，IcanforgiveGodHisanger，thoughitdestroyednations;butIcannotforgiveHimHispeace。\"
Sundayanswerednotaword，butveryslowlyheturnedhisfaceofstoneuponSymeasifaskingaquestion。
\"No，\"saidSyme，\"Idonotfeelfiercelikethat。Iamgratefultoyou，notonlyforwineandhospitalityhere，butformanyafinescamperandfreefight。ButIshouldliketoknow。Mysoulandheartareashappyandquiethereasthisoldgarden，butmyreasonisstillcryingout。Ishouldliketoknow。\"
SundaylookedatRatcliffe，whoseclearvoicesaid——
\"Itseemssosillythatyoushouldhavebeenonbothsidesandfoughtyourself。\"
Bullsaid——
\"lunderstandnothing，butIamhappy。Infact，Iamgoingtosleep。\"
\"Iamnothappy，\"saidtheProfessorwithhisheadinhishands，\"becauseIdonotunderstand。Youletmestrayalittletooneartohell。\"
AndthenGogolsaid，withtheabsolutesimplicityofachild——
\"IwishIknewwhyIwashurtsomuch。\"
StillSundaysaidnothing，butonlysatwithhismightychinuponhishand，andgazedatthedistance。Thenatlasthesaid——
\"Ihaveheardyourcomplaintsinorder。Andhere，Ithink，comesanothertocomplain，andwewillhearhimalso。\"
Thefallingfireinthegreatcressetthrewalastlonggleam，likeabarofburninggold，acrossthedimgrass。Againstthisfierybandwasoutlinedinutterblacktheadvancinglegsofablack—cladfigure。Heseemedtohaveafineclosesuitwithknee—breechessuchasthatwhichwaswornbytheservantsofthehouse，onlythatitwasnotblue，butofthisabsolutesable。Hehad，liketheservants，akindofwordbyhisside。Itwasonlywhenhehadcomequiteclosetothecrescentofthesevenandflunguphisfacetolookatthem，thatSymesaw，withthunder—struckclearness，thatthefacewasthebroad，almostape—likefaceofhisoldfriendGregory，withitsrankredhairanditsinsultingsmile。
\"Gregory！\"gaspedSyme，half—risingfromhisseat。\"Why，thisistherealanarchist！\"
\"Yes，\"saidGregory，withagreatanddangerousrestraint，\"Iamtherealanarchist。\"
\"’Nowtherewasaday，’\"murmuredBull，whoseemedreallytohavefallenasleep，\"’whenthesonsofGodcametopresentthemselvesbeforetheLord，andSatancamealsoamongthem。’\"
\"Youareright，\"saidGregory，andgazedallround。\"Iamadestroyer。IwoulddestroytheworldifIcould。\"
AsenseofapathosfarundertheearthstirredupinSyme，andhespokebrokenlyandwithoutsequence。
\"Oh，mostunhappyman，\"hecried，\"trytobehappy！Youhaveredhairlikeyoursister。\"
\"Myredhair，likeredflames，shallburnuptheworld，\"saidGregory。\"IthoughtIhatedeverythingmorethancommonmencanhateanything;butIfindthatIdonothateeverythingsomuchasIhateyou！\"
\"Ineverhatedyou，\"saidSymeverysadly。
Thenoutofthisunintelligiblecreaturethelastthundersbroke。
\"You！\"hecried。\"Youneverhatedbecauseyouneverlived。Iknowwhatyouareallofyou，fromfirsttolast——youarethepeopleinpower！Youarethepolice——thegreatfat，smilingmeninblueandbuttons！YouaretheLaw，andyouhaveneverbeenbroken。Butisthereafreesoulalivethatdoesnotlongtobreakyou，onlybecauseyouhaveneverbeenbroken？WeinrevolttalkallkindofnonsensedoubtlessaboutthiscrimeorthatcrimeoftheGovernment。Itisallfolly！TheonlycrimeoftheGovernmentisthatitgoverns。Theunpardonablesinofthesupremepoweristhatitissupreme。Idonotcurseyouforbeingcruel。Idonotcurseyou（thoughImight）forbeingkind。Icurseyouforbeingsafe！Yousitinyourchairsofstone，andhavenevercomedownfromthem。Youarethesevenangelsofheaven，andyouhavehadnotroubles。Oh，Icouldforgiveyoueverything，youthatruleallmankind，ifIcouldfeelforoncethatyouhadsufferedforonehourarealagonysuchasI——\"
Symesprangtohisfeet，shakingfromheadtofoot。
\"Iseeeverything，\"hecried，\"everythingthatthereis。Whydoeseachthingontheearthwaragainsteachotherthing？Whydoeseachsmallthingintheworldhavetofightagainsttheworlditself？Whydoesaflyhavetofightthewholeuniverse？Whydoesadandelionhavetofightthewholeuniverse？ForthesamereasonthatIhadtobealoneinthedreadfulCounciloftheDays。Sothateachthingthatobeyslawmayhavethegloryandisolationoftheanarchist。Sothateachmanfightingforordermaybeasbraveandgoodamanasthedynamiter。SothatthereallieofSatanmaybeflungbackinthefaceofthisblasphemer，sothatbytearsandtorturewemayearntherighttosaytothisman，’Youlie！’Noagoniescanbetoogreattobuytherighttosaytothisaccuser，’Wealsohavesuffered。’
\"Itisnottruethatwehaveneverbeenbroken。Wehavebeenbrokenuponthewheel。Itisnottruethatwehaveneverdescendedfromthesethrones。Wehavedescendedintohell。Wewerecomplainingofunforgettablemiseriesevenattheverymomentwhenthismanenteredinsolentlytoaccuseusofhappiness。Irepeltheslander;
wehavenotbeenhappy。IcananswerforeveryoneofthegreatguardsofLawwhomhehasaccused。Atleast——\"
HehadturnedhiseyessoastoseesuddenlythegreatfaceofSunday，whichworeastrangesmile。
\"Haveyou，\"hecriedinadreadfulvoice，\"haveyoueversuffered？\"
Ashegazed，thegreatfacegrewtoanawfulsize，grewlargerthanthecolossalmaskofMemnon，whichhadmadehimscreamasachild。
Itgrewlargerandlarger，fillingthewholesky;theneverythingwentblack。Onlyintheblacknessbeforeitentirelydestroyedhisbrainheseemedtohearadistantvoicesayingacommonplacetextthathehadheardsomewhere，\"CanyedrinkofthecupthatIdrinkof？\"
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Whenmeninbooksawakefromavision，theycommonlyfindthemselvesinsomeplaceinwhichtheymighthavefallenasleep;
theyyawninachair，orliftthemselveswithbruisedlimbsfromafield。Syme’sexperiencewassomethingmuchmorepsychologicallystrangeiftherewasindeedanythingunreal，intheearthlysense，aboutthethingshehadgonethrough。ForwhilehecouldalwaysrememberafterwardsthathehadswoonedbeforethefaceofSunday，hecouldnotrememberhavingevercometoatall。Hecouldonlyrememberthatgraduallyandnaturallyheknewthathewasandhadbeenwalkingalongacountrylanewithaneasyandconversationalcompanion。Thatcompanionhadbeenapartofhisrecentdrama;itwasthered—hairedpoetGregory。Theywerewalkinglikeoldfriends，andwereinthemiddleofaconversationaboutsometriviality。ButSymecouldonlyfeelanunnaturalbuoyancyinhisbodyandacrystalsimplicityinhismindthatseemedtobesuperiortoeverythingthathesaidordid。Hefelthewasinpossessionofsomeimpossiblegoodnews，whichmadeeveryotherthingatriviality，butanadorabletriviality。
Dawnwasbreakingovereverythingincoloursatonceclearandtimid;asifNaturemadeafirstattemptatyellowandafirstattemptatrose。Abreezeblewsocleanandsweet，thatonecouldnotthinkthatitblewfromthesky;itblewratherthroughsomeholeinthesky。Symefeltasimplesurprisewhenhesawrisingallroundhimonbothsidesoftheroadthered，irregularbuildingsofSaffronPark。HehadnoideathathehadwalkedsonearLondon。Hewalkedbyinstinctalongonewhiteroad，onwhichearlybirdshoppedandsang，andfoundhimselfoutsideafencedgarden。TherehesawthesisterofGregory，thegirlwiththegold—redhair，cuttinglilacbeforebreakfast，withthegreatunconsciousgravityofagirl。