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walked on the beach & heard, in some lull of the storm, a
voice, seen a vision, & so inte mounting the pulpit interpreted the
& made public how simple everything is, & it[?]senseless is – to love, to worship,
Mrs. MacNab, continued to muddle things up down below.
& drink & gossip down as before.: &[?] s[?] And it seemed
as if the true duty of it were in the muddle & of
un & inexplicability of things, the struggle & the weariness
tiredness, the search the a that she discovered not
those reasons which she never divulged for carryi opening
the windows & dusting the bedrooms; as if her message to a
world now beginning to burst into the in w
voluntary / the
 irrepressible loveliness of spring were somehow transmitted
rather by the lurch of the body & the leer of her smile, by her
than by & in them were the broken syllables of a
revelation more profound, but confused, but more profound,
than any accorded to solitary watchers, pacers on the
beach at midnight,50 anguished so[?]preachers &
diviners.
      Yet to them , too, as the evenings lengthened again,
there came the strangest intimations, as if the
su the most authentic beckonings, as if, in the sunset &
the sunrise, in the windy evenings, voices a when it
seemed as if some they were 51 thing hailing them out the
of their flesh, to a & that flesh were streaming down the
wind, & they must needs fly with arms stretched to the
wild gleaming shining west, or the dancing
stars or the m merriment of the waves.
It seemed as if the wave were them, break so
proudly arching, so splendidly sweeping, & the
in their own themselves, as if in all this52

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