Book: The hour

The blood rushed into her head; all barriers have fallen, collapsed, crashed, gone, forgotten. The blood throbbed in his temples, spreading, spreading all over her body, awakening a primal animal passion. The road in the ghostly moonlight seemed sleepy artery through which flowed the silvery blood; it seemed, curled up into a ball future, heavy, like a honeycomb, hiding behind the rocks at the turn. The world was like unblown Bud of a Lotus, one blow and he will be revealed.

Her anxiety turned to excitement, she felt a light fever, feeling surrounded her, as fearful Greyhound.
In front of the theater a fresh breeze suddenly caught her sharp longing in the night air of Corcavado. Lady Kinsley was immediately given to her, because that yearning was the strongest and most vivid sense for the entire day and therefore had a right to exist.

Having dinner with Frederick O'connor, lady Kinsley suddenly realized that between them are fundamental, essential differences. It's amazing how she managed not to notice this before. The correctness that she appreciated it, got bored with her, the tone of the conversation, like old friends, it seemed lady Kinsley unpleasantly intimate. She annoyed said goodbye.

A trip to the port of distracted her. Moving under the boat the water calmed her nerves, because she was not relaxed, creating a sense of flight and sense of security.

The day was as if powdered with ashes. Favorite habits seemed vulgar and worthless, tradition is meaningless. Like a storm in the subconscious abolished all systems of coordinates and the usual assessment. Came a strange trouble, lady Kinsley couldn't handle.

Lady Kinsley knew that the only way to improve a bad mood - dispassionately to perform mental condition. She honestly tried to understand themselves, but the result did not satisfy her.

Tea lady Kinsley felt irritated. It is constantly objected to O'connor's and was angry when he did not agree. And though she knew that wrong, after a while all repeated. O'connor was surprised, took it for irritability fatigue and feeling unwell and decided to be careful with her. But lady Kinsley understood this and became angry again. In the end, she referred to a migraine and went to his room.

Lady Kinsley was about to turn around, to once again through the palm trees to look at the harbour and Bay of Rio de Janeiro, but suddenly she had a strange feeling, as if something that was in its sight, was out of time, became magical, enchanted, turned into infinity and stillness. The city was constrained by the white silence on the beach silently laid a tidal wave, as carelessly abandoned at the edge of the sea a piece of lace, carved palm leaves, large and silent, as if grown in the hot afternoon.

Lady Kinsley was prihvatila breath, like she was aimlessly willing to sacrifice themselves or waiting for someone unknown. Lady Kinsley forgot that she's human and capable of knowledge, she felt a kinship with nature, its openness and readiness for everything.

Lady Kinsley, unable to free himself from his obsession, I realized that there occurred one of those moments when life suddenly stops, and things get so strange and terrible power that man is helpless; life is terminated, and all communications disappear. Lady Kinsley felt that in these moments the mysterious subordination to the laws of nature she was at the mercy of occasion and even a minor accident can be decisive for the whole of her future life.

Playful swarm of thoughts, like a flock of white doves, fluttered in the head lady Kinsley, broke the clumsily-clean lines, which arose under the influence of the landscape and constrained, like network, free flight. Like the grid, these lines encircled her thoughts, and raised above them and suddenly without resistance gained the upper hand, like fate, destiny.