imagine being married or â or sex â weâre all right now, we havenât fallen into all those traps, I want to stay as I am now, not be in all that mess , you know what I mean.â
They knew. Aleph said, âInnocence canât go on and on.â
âYes it can, if you just donât do things .â
Sefton said, âBeing human, we are already sinners, we arenât innocent, no one is because of the Fall, because of Original Sin.â
âThe Fall is ahead,â said Moy, âand I am afraid of it. How can evil and badness begin in a life, how can it happen ?â
âSefton is right,â said Aleph. âWe are all sinners. Surely you yourself have occasionally done what you ought not to have done and left undone what you ought to have done?â
âWell, yes,â said Moy. The others laughed. Moy went on, âBut our lives are not in a muddle,â we donât tell lies, we all love each other, we donât harm each other, we donât harm anyone.â
âWe canât abstain from doing things!â said Sefton. âBesides, how do we know whom we harm?â
âDonât you want to fall in love?â said Aleph.
âI donât want men and sex and all that roughness and disorder.â
âLife is roughness and disorder,â said Sefton.
âI canât see how anything can ever happen to us â I mean, I feel as if, if we leave this place, we shall crumble to pieces.â
âI sometimes feel that too,â said Aleph, âbut itâs nonsense!â
Sefton said, âYou know, I can understand why people of our age commit suicide.â
âSefton! Well, why?â
âLike what weâve been saying, itâs the future, itâs so near and so secret and so different and so awful and so unavoidable and so crammed .â
âThe calm before the storm,â said Aleph. âIt is true that there is a barrier between us and the world like a wall of rays.â
âYou are romantic,â said Sefton. âYou like to think about what Moyâs so afraid of.â
âNo, Iâm afraid of it too,â said Aleph. âBut perhaps I am romantic, I want romance!â
âAleph, you are joking!â said Sefton.
âAs for this stuff about being innocent and harmless and pure in heart, we are really just lucky and sheltered and naive. We are awfully nice to people, but we donât go out into the violence and the chaos and help people, like â â
âLike Tessa does!â
âWell, I wasnât thinking of her, she does of course. I wonder if itâs harder to be good in this age?â
âI want us to stay together forever,â said Moy.
âAs old maids?â said Aleph.
âPerhaps we could make our beastly husbands live near each other,â said Sefton.
âWe wonât have beastly husbands,â said Moy, âanyway I wonât. Iâd rather become a nun.â
âLike Bellamy.â
âItâs said unlucky love should last, when answered passions thin to air.â
âWho said that, Aleph?â said Sefton.
âA poet. I suppose thereâs a moral there. Shall we sing again? What about the âSilver Swanâ?â
âIâm retiring,â said Sefton, jumping up. Aleph had gone to the window and was peering through the curtain. âI think the rain has stopped. Oh â â
âWhat?â
âThat man is there again.â
The other two joined her. A man was standing on the other side of the road under a tree.
âWhatâs he doing?â said Moy. âHe seems to be looking at our house.â
âHe may be waiting for somebody,â said Aleph. âHeâs nothing to do with us.â
âClose the curtain!â said Moy. âHeâll see us!â
Sefton had already disappeared down the stairs and into her room.
In her bedroom above, Louise, moving the