What fun!
To Antony, who was older and who realized into what deep waters
they were getting, it did not seem fun. But it was amazingly
interesting. He saw so much, and yet somehow it was all out of
focus. It was like looking at an opal, and discovering with
every movement of it some new colour, some new gleam of light
reflected, and yet never really seeing the opal as a whole. He
was too near it, or too far away; he strained his eyes and he
relaxed his eyes; it was no good. His brain could not get hold
of it.
But there were moments when he almost had it .... and then turned
away from it. He had seen more of life than Bill, but he had
never seen murder before, and this which was in his mind now, and
to which he was afraid to listen, was not just the hot-blooded
killing which any man may come to if he lose control. It was
something much more horrible. Too horrible to be true. Then let
him look again for the truth. He looked again but it was all out
of focus.
"I will not look again," he said aloud, as he began to walk
towards the house.
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