We listened to it passing, far off.
«Is it like this in inspiration, I mean when you write?»
«Yes,» I said. I knew it was, though I had never yet experienced it, never yet. But now, empowered, I would be able to create. Though still in the dark, I had come through my ordeal.
«Is it the same thing really?»
«Yes,» I said. «The desire of the human heart for love and for knowledge is infinite. But most people only realize this when they are in love, when the conception of this desire being actually fulfilled is present to them.» And art too-«Is this desire-purified-in the presence of-its possibility-in the divine presence.»
«Art and love-«Must both envisage eternal arrangements.»
«You will write now, won't you?»
«I will write now.»
«I feel complete,» she said, «as if why we had to come together had been somehow explained. And yet the explanation doesn't matter. We are together. Oh Bradley, I'm yawning!»
«And my name's come back!» I said. «Come on. To bed and to sleep.»
«I don't think I've ever felt so beautifully tired and heavy in my life.»
I was deeply asleep. Some sound was crashing, crashing, crashing into the place where I was. I was a hidden Jew whom the Nazis had found at last. I heard them, like the soldiers in Uccello's picture, beating their halberds on the door and shouting. I stirred, found Julian still in my arms. It was dark.
«What is it?» Her frightened voice woke me into full consciousness and absolute dread.
Someone was banging and banging and banging on the front door.
«Oh who can it be?» She was sitting up. I felt her warm darkness beside me, seemed to see light reflected from her eyes.
«I don't know,» I said, sitting up too and putting my arms round her. We clung together.
«Better keep quiet and not put the light on. Oh Bradley, I'm so frightened.»
«I'll look after you.» I was so frightened myself I could hardly think or speak.
«Sssh. Perhaps they'll go away.»
The banging, which had stopped for a moment, was resumed louder than before. Some metal object was being pounded on the panels of the door. There was a sound of splintering wood.
I turned on a lamp and got up. As I did so I actually saw my bare legs trembling. I pulled on my dressing- gown. «Stay here. I'll see. Lock yourself in.»
«No, no, I'm coming too-«Stay here.»
«Don't open the door, Bradley, don't-I put the light on in the little hall. The banging stopped at once. I stood in silence before the door, now knowing who was on the other side of it.
I opened the door very quietly and Arnold came, or rather almost fell, in through it.
I turned on the lights in the sitting-room and he followed me in there and put down on the table the large
