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第4章 WHEN GOD LAUGHS (4)

"I conned the lines over in my mind--'Not yet, sometime'--'O Love, not yet'--'Feed it with lipless kisses, let it sleep.' And I laughed aloud, ha, ha! I saw with white vision their blameless souls.They were children.They did not understand.They played with Nature's fire and bedded with a naked sword.They laughed at the gods.They would stop the cosmic sap.They had invented a system, and brought it to the gaming-table of life, and expected to win out.'Beware!' I cried.'The gods are behind the table.They make new rules for every system that is devised.You have no chance to win.'

"But I did not so cry to them.I waited.They would learn that their system was worthless and throw it away.They would be content with whatever happiness the gods gave them and not strive to wrest more away.

"I watched.I said nothing.The months continued to come and go, and still the famine-edge of their love grew the sharper.Never did they dull it with a permitted love-clasp.They ground and whetted it on self-denial, and sharper and sharper it grew.This went on until even I doubted.Did the gods sleep? I wondered.Or were they dead? I laughed to myself.The man and the woman had made a miracle.They had outwitted God.They had shamed the flesh, and blackened the face of the good Earth Mother.They had played with her fire and not been burned.They were immune.They were themselves gods, knowing good from evil and tasting not.'Was this the way gods came to be?' I asked myself.'I am a frog,' I said.'But for my mud-lidded eyes I should have been blinded by the brightness of this wonder Ihave witnessed.I have puffed myself up with my wisdom and passed judgment upon gods.'

"Yet even in this, my latest wisdom, I was wrong.They were not gods.

They were man and woman--soft clay that sighed and thrilled, shot through with desire, thumbed with strange weaknesses which the gods have not."Carquinez broke from his narrative to roll another cigarette and to laugh harshly.It was not a pretty laugh; it was like the mockery of a devil, and it rose over and rode the roar of the storm that came muffled to our ears from the crashing outside world.

"I am a frog," he said apologetically."How were they to understand? They were artists, not biologists.They knew the clay of the studio, but they did not know the clay of which they themselves were made.But this I will say--they played high.Never was there such a game before, and I doubt me if there will ever be such a game again.

"Never was lovers' ecstasy like theirs.They had not killed Love with kisses.They had quickened him with denial.And by denial they drove him on till he was all aburst with desire.And the flame-winged lute-player fanned them with his warm wings till they were all but swooning.It was the very delirium of Love, and it continued undiminished and increasing through the weeks and months.

"They longed and yearned, with all the fond pangs and sweet delicious agonies, with an intensity never felt by lovers before nor since.

"And then one day the drowsy gods ceased nodding.They aroused and looked at the man and woman who had made a mock of them.And the man and woman looked into each other's eyes one morning and knew that something was gone.

It was the flame-winged one.He had fled, silently, in the night, from their anchorites' board.

"They looked into each other's eyes and knew that they did not care.

Desire was dead.Do you understand? Desire was dead.And they had never kissed.Not once had they kissed.Love was gone.They would never yearn and burn again.For them there was nothing left--no more tremblings and flutterings and delicious anguishes, no more throbbing and pulsing, and sighing and song.Desire was dead.It had died in the night, on a couch cold and unattended; nor had they witnessed its passing.They learned it for the first time in each other's eyes.

"The gods may not be kind, but they are often merciful.They had twirled the little ivory ball and swept the stakes from the table.All that remained was the man and woman gazing into each other's cold eyes.And then he died.That was the mercy.Within the week Marvin Fiske was dead--you remember the accident.And in her diary, written at this time, I long afterward read Mitchell Kennerly's:--"'There was not a single hour We might have kissed and did not kiss.'""Oh, the irony of it!" I cried out.

And Carquinez, in the firelight a veritable Mephistopheles in velvet jacket, fixed me with his black eyes.

"And they won, you said? The world's judgment! I have told you, and Iknow.They won as you are winning, here in your hills.""But you," I demanded hotly; "you with your orgies of sound and sense, with your mad cities and madder frolics--bethink you that you win?"He shook his head slowly."Because you with your sober bucolic regime, lose, is no reason that I should win.We never win.Sometimes we think we win.That is a little pleasantry of the gods."

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