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⇒ Cover ⇒ Preface ⇒ Introduction ⇒ The visit ⇒ Weymouth map c.1930 ⇒ Portland map c.1930 ⇒ Works quoted ⇒ Postface |
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A visit to Weymouth with John Cowper Powys [ ⇒ continue... ] |
Never wait for the future; never regret the past; make the present serve as past and future together. |
THE PEBBLE BANK . . . |
Magnus Muir ... with a fossiled life in his heart ... turned a cold scrutinizing gaze, eastward and then westward, upon the curves of the enormous Beach on which he stood. There is a spontaneous awakening of awe in the human soul when a person stands in the presence of any natural formation of the earth's surface that has no parallel in the whole circumference of the globe. The wind had shifted since his unforgettable drive up Chickerel hill and came now from the north. Thus it was prevented by the gigantic terraqueous bank itself from rousing to any further height the waves of the West Bay. But although divested of their usual grandeur by this accident, it could not be said that these waves slept in absolute tranquillity. Though no longer stirred up to terrific wrath, they did not cease from their rolling, tumbling, curving, cresting, restless activity, that immemorial sea-trouble, which, when it does cease, evokes the feeling that the waters have really been made a path for the feet of the Eternal.The sky itself had become clearer, and an army of ragged white clouds from the high plateaus of Mid-Dorset offered an aerial correspondence, as if they had been crossing some vast cosmogonic mirror, to the racing, tossing white horses that even yet, for all the change of wind, foamed and champed and careered towards the motionless beach. |
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