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between two worlds

...beauty is an objective property of being...beauty is an element of everything that exists..... Beauty is not superadded to things: it is one of the springs of their reality.
—Francesca Murphy (from Christ the Form of Beauty)

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September 1, 2010

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Very early one morning, in late spring, when the streets were full of mist that was filling with light, he found that he had wandered into a street arched by great oaks and elms, where the homes of the wealthy stood, far back from the street, rising dimly in the morning light. He stopped there, uneasily, thinking that he might attract notice and perhaps even be called to the attention of the police. As he was about to turn and find his way back toward the center of town, a flash of color caught his eye. Fifty yards away a woman came hurrying down the wide lawn of one of the houses, toward the street. She wore a robe of sky blue with sleeves and hem trimmed with something that glittered. Her thick dark-honey-colored hair fell loose and untidy about her shoulders, as if she had been called suddenly from rest. She was yelling something at someone; he could not make out the words or see who they were aimed at. Then she stopped, her voice rising higher, and he saw the harlequins. They wore their black and white diamonds, not their colors, and had been obscured by a stand of dark shrubbery. Now they stepped out, raised the instruments, and began to play, the uneasy harmonies forbidden by the ministry of music. He had never heard them before; someone had sketched them on paper once, quickly, in the margin of a newspaper as they sat in a cafe, and then torn and crumpled the paper. But it was dangerous to play them; certainly he never would have dared, in his crowded apartment building.

He wanted to hear more. He moved in the direction of the music, but stopped when one of the harlequins saw him and seemed to stare at him. The woman’s words failed and trailed off into a high moan. Someone in that house was dying; she had feared it, and now she knew.

He remembered suddenly that the police would arrive soon, and the harlequins disperse, always well ahead of pursuit. He turned and hurried away, looking for somewhere away from the main street, afraid that he would be taken up in the search.