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335without any consciousness on the part of the brain, to brush asideto see that nothing attacked him.Yes. The hat was a nuisance. Theleft hand put it on snatched it off. There he sat, bareheaded,with the wind blowing his hair about, & his head against the brownsail - a head which looked of the sail. A very, very He looked immensely old,James thought. He lookedas ifas if he had done with all this.James rememb considered how he was had forty or fifty or even sixtyyears of life before him: how he would land, & it seemed to himthat he would ?Ja land on the Lighthouse & go on, but his father would land,& it wouldIt was all done unconsciously automatically.He looked as though nothing could reach him, or touch him; as though he hadembodied now that become the very thing that had lain on the outskirts ofJames'smind sincehe was a child; had become thethat view of life:that waste of sea, wast running out to the horizon whichis had become one with the had ec escaped them all. But,He was"There was nothing between them ?as ?he, but & America"?as ?he& he wouldbegin then tochant & cry toswing hisstick untilthey thoughtWasn't that what he used to say that, sitting on a rock,He usedswinginghis legs over the sea. That He liked that.Butthat wasn't quite right either. (For now he was the seaalonemade him looking at his father)for now he had& yet, he looked a little different from that; he looked as if he hadhad a sight of something.Could there be land there?He readwent on readingHe turned the page - everything he did was full ofsigns of his temper - swiftly now.It looked as ifHe was eager, it tootoget to the end of the section; itHe read. His mindseemed to be speeding a up & down, up & down, firstthis page then that.Suddenly he shut the book with a bang, as if to say,Thats done it with.A sortHe was exalted - He wassatisfied"Come, my dears, he said briskly:LuncheonSandwiches.I want my luncheon.
