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It is our own time that has ended in blood and broken bricks. IT IS OUR OWN TIME THAT IS ENDED IN BLOOD AND BROKEN BRICKS
aken street ends and all the streets end together. The rest is a mound of white stones and pieces of bricks with low, leaning walls surrounding it, and the halves of hollow houses; and eyeing it round a comer, one old tower of the cathedral, as though still gazing over its congregation of houses, a mined, melancholy watcher. Over the bricks lie tracks, but no more streets. It is about the middle of the town, a hawk goes over, calling as though he flew over the waste, and as though the waste were his. The breeze that carries him opens old shutters and flaps them to again. Old, useless hinges moan; wall-paper whispers. Three French soldiers trying to find their homes walk over the bricks and groundsel. It is the Abomination of Desolation, not seen by prophecy far off in some fabulous future, nor remembered from terrible ages by the aid of papyrus and stone, but fallen on our own century, on the homes of folk like ourselves: common things that we knew are become the relics of bygone days. NE AND JUST HERE THE SHAKEN STREET ENDS AND ALL THE STREETS END TOGETHER THE REST IS A MOUND OF WHITE STONES AND PIECES OF BRICKS WITH LOW LEANING WALLS SURROUNDING IT AND THE HALVES OF HOLLOW HOUSES AND EYEING IT ROUND A CORNER ONE OLD TOWER OF THE CATHEDRAL AS THOUGH STILL GAZING OVER ITS CONGREGATION OF HOUSES A MINED MELANCHOLY WATCHER OVER THE BRICKS LIE TRACKS BUT NO MORE STREETS IT IS ABOUT THE MIDDLE OF THE TOWN A HAWK GOES OVER CALLING AS THOUGH HE FLEW OVER THE WAIST AND AS THOUGH THE WAIST WERE HIS THE BREEZE THAT CARRIES HIM OPENS OLD SHUTTERS AND FLAPS THEM TO AGAIN OLD USELESS HINGES MOAN WALL PAPER WHISPERS THREE FRENCH SOLDIERS TRYING TO FIND THEIR HOMES WALK OVER THE BRICKS AND GROUNDSILL IT IS THE ABOMINATION OF DESOLATION NOT SEEN BY PROPHECY FAR OFF IN SOME FABULOUS FUTURE NOR REMEMBERED FROM TERRIBLE AGES BY THE AID OF PAPYRUS AND STONE BUT FALLEN ON OUR OWN CENTURY ON THE HOMES OF FOLK LIKE OURSELVES COMMON THINGS THAT WE KNEW ARE BECOME THE RELICS OF BY GONE DAYS
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