They felt or saw the
light; all obeyed the one driving desire to get closer into it. He saw
millions and millions of people, the whole world over, rushing about
on two legs and behaving similarly. How they did run about and fuss,
to be sure! What was it all about? What were they after? People had to
earn their living, of course, but it seemed more than that, for all
were after something, and the faster they went the better pleased they
were. Apparently they thought speed was of chief importance--as though
speed killed Time. They banged themselves into obstacles everywhere;
they screamed and disagreed, and accused each other of lying and being
blind, but the thing they were after either hid itself remarkably
well, or went at incredible speed, for no one ever came up with it or
found it. Time invariably blocked them. Only one or two--Maria sort of
people--sat still and waited....
He watched them all and wondered. One rushed up to an office in a
train, while another built the train he rushed in; one wore black and
preached a sermon, another wore blue and guarded a street, a third
wore red and killed, a fourth wore very little and danced; all in the
end were nothing and--disappeared.
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