Men must not cut down trees. There is a God. (He noted such
revelations on the backs of envelopes.) Change the world. No one
kills from hatred.
Make it known (he wrote it down). He waited. He listened. A sparrow
perched on the railing opposite chirped Septimus, Septimus, four or
five times over and went on, drawing its notes out, to sing freshly
and piercingly in Greek words how there is no crime and, joined by
another sparrow, they sang in voices prolonged and piercing in Greek
words, from trees in the meadow of life beyond a river where the dead
walk, how there is no death.
There
was his hand; there the dead. White things were assembling behind the
railings opposite. But he dared not look.
Evans was behind the railings!!