210.Chapter Eighteen（11）

“well，thatwasgrand！”hesaidtohimselfwhenitwasallover。***“reallygrand！”hemoppedhisface。whentheyhadputinthefeelyeffectsatthestudio，itwouldbeawonderfulfilm。almostasgood，thoughtdarwinbonaparte，asthespermwhale’slove-life–andthat，byford，wassayingagooddeal！

twelvedayslaterthesavageofsurreyhadbeenreleasedandcouldbeseen，heardandfeltineveryfirst-classfeely-palaceinwesterneurope。

theeffectofdarwinbonaparte’sfilmwasimmediateandenormous。ontheafternoonwhichfollowedtheeveningofitsreleasejohn’srusticsolitudewassuddenlybrokenbythearrivaloverheadofagreatswarmofhelicopters。

hewasdigginginhisgarden–digging，too，inhisownmind，laboriouslyturningupthesubstanceofhisthought。death–andhedroveinhisspadeonce，andagain，andyetagain。andallouryesterdayshavelightedfoolsthewaytodustydeath。aconvincingthunderrumbledthroughthewords。heliftedanotherspadefulofearth。whyhadlindadied？whyhadshebeenallowedtobecomegraduallylessthanhumanandatlast…heshuddered。agoodkissingcarrion。heplantedhisfootonhisspadeandstampeditfiercelyintothetoughground。asfliestowantonboysarewetothegods；theykillusfortheirsport。thunderagain；wordsthatproclaimedthemselvestrue–truersomehowthantruthitself。andyetthatsamegloucesterhadcalledthemever-gentlegods。besides，thybestofrestissleepandthatthouoftprovok’st；yetgrosslyfear’stthydeathwhichisnomore。nomorethansleep。sleep。perchancetodream。hisspadestruckagainstastone；hestoopedtopickitup。forinthatsleepofdeath，whatdreams？…