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Charles Williams. Shadows of Ecstasy
Shadows of Ecstasy
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. ENCOUNTERING DARKNESS
CHAPTER II. SUICIDE WHILE OF UNSOUND MIND
CHAPTER III. THE PROCLAMATION OF THE HIGH EXECUTIVE
CHAPTER IV. THE MAJESTY OF THE KING
CHAPTER V. THE NEOPHYTE OF DEATH
CHAPTER VI. THE MASS AT LAMBETH
CHAPTER VII. THE OPENING OF SCHISM
CHAPTER VIII. PASSING THROUGH THE MIDST OF THEM
CHAPTER IX. THE RIOT AND THE RAID
CHAPTER X. LONDON AFTER THE RAID
CHAPTER XI. THE HOUSE BY THE SEA
CHAPTER XII. THE JEWELS OF MESSIAS
CHAPTER XIII. THE MEETING OF THE ADEPTS
CHAPTER XIV. SEA-CHANGE
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Charles Williams
Published by Good Press, 2021
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‘I shan’t elucidate,’ Ingram answered. ‘I don’t see why I should be the only fellow to encounter darkness. D’you want a taxi, Sir Bernard?’
Sir Bernard did, and after having parted from the Ingrams and entered it, he lay back and tried once more to remember where he had seen Considine. It was quite recently, and yet he had a vague feeling that it wasn’t recently. An idea of yesterday and an idea of many years ago conflicted in his mind—a man with his hand a little lifted, almost as if it contained and controlled power, a hand of energy in rest. Perhaps, he thought, it was the theme of the speeches which had misled him; they had been listening to talk about distant places, and perhaps his mind had transferred that distance to time. It must have been yesterday or he wouldn’t remember so clearly. It couldn’t have been long ago or Considine, who was obviously younger than his own sixty odd years, would have changed. His gesture mightn’t have changed, all the same—well, it didn’t matter. As he got out at his Kensington house he reflected that it would come back, of course; sooner or later the pattern of his knowledge would bring that little detail to his mind. The intellect hardly ever failed one eventually, if one fulfilled the conditions it imposed. But it did perhaps rather ignore the immediate necessities of ordinary life; in its own pure life it overlooked the ‘now and here’ of one’s daily wishes. Still, his own was very good to him; with a 18 happy gratitude to it he came into the library, where he found his son reading letters.
