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It
was
a
stagnant
day
of
heat
.
Not
a
breath
of
air
moved
over
the
river
valley
on
which
I
sometimes
gazed
.
Hundreds
of
feet
beneath
me
the
wide
river
ran
sluggishly
.
The
farther
shore
was
flat
and
sandy
and
stretched
away
to
the
horizon
.
Above
the
water
were
scattered
clumps
of
palm-trees
.
On
my
side
,
eaten
into
a
curve
by
the
river
,
were
lofty
,
crumbling
cliffs
.
Farther
along
the
curve
,
in
plain
view
from
my
eyrie
,
carved
out
of
the
living
rock
,
were
four
colossal
figures
.
It
was
the
stature
of
a
man
to
their
ankle
joints
.
The
four
colossi
sat
,
with
hands
resting
on
knees
,
with
arms
crumbled
quite
away
,
and
gazed
out
upon
the
river
.
At
least
three
of
them
so
gazed
.
Of
the
fourth
all
that
remained
were
the
lower
limbs
to
the
knees
and
the
huge
hands
resting
on
the
knees
.
At
the
feet
of
this
one
,
ridiculously
small
,
crouched
a
sphinx
;
yet
this
sphinx
was
taller
than
I.
I
looked
upon
these
carven
images
with
contempt
,
and
spat
as
I
looked
.
I
knew
not
what
they
were
,
whether
forgotten
gods
or
unremembered
kings
.
But
to
me
they
were
representative
of
the
vanity
of
earth-men
and
earth-aspirations
.
And
over
all
this
curve
of
river
and
sweep
of
water
and
wide
sands
beyond
arched
a
sky
of
aching
brass
unflecked
by
the
tiniest
cloud
.
The
hours
passed
while
I
roasted
in
the
sun
.
Often
,
for
quite
decent
intervals
,
I
forgot
my
heat
and
pain
in
dreams
and
visions
and
in
memories
.
All
this
I
knew
--
crumbling
colossi
and
river
and
sand
and
sun
and
brazen
sky
--
was
to
pass
away
in
the
twinkling
of
an
eye
.
At
any
moment
the
trumps
of
the
archangels
might
sound
,
the
stars
fall
out
of
the
sky
,
the
heavens
roll
up
as
a
scroll
,
and
the
Lord
God
of
all
come
with
his
hosts
for
the
final
judgment
.
Ah
,
I
knew
it
so
profoundly
that
I
was
ready
for
such
sublime
event
.
That
was
why
I
was
here
in
rags
and
filth
and
wretchedness
.
I
was
meek
and
lowly
,
and
I
despised
the
frail
needs
and
passions
of
the
flesh
.
And
I
thought
with
contempt
,
and
with
a
certain
satisfaction
,
of
the
far
cities
of
the
plain
I
had
known
,
all
unheeding
,
in
their
pomp
and
lust
,
of
the
last
day
so
near
at
hand
.
Well
,
they
would
see
soon
enough
,
but
too
late
for
them
.
And
I
should
see
.
But
I
was
ready
.
And
to
their
cries
and
lamentations
would
I
arise
,
reborn
and
glorious
,
and
take
my
well-earned
and
rightful
place
in
the
City
of
God
.
At
times
,
between
dreams
and
visions
in
which
I
was
verily
and
before
my
time
in
the
City
of
God
,
I
conned
over
in
my
mind
old
discussions
and
controversies
.
Yes
,
Novatus
was
right
in
his
contention
that
penitent
apostates
should
never
again
be
received
into
the
churches
.
Also
,
there
was
no
doubt
that
Sabellianism
was
conceived
of
the
devil
.
So
was
Constantine
,
the
arch-fiend
,
the
devil
's
right
hand
.
Continually
I
returned
to
contemplation
of
the
nature
of
the
unity
of
God
,
and
went
over
and
over
the
contentions
of
Noetus
,
the
Syrian
.
Better
,
however
,
did
I
like
the
contentions
of
my
beloved
teacher
,
Arius
.
Truly
,
if
human
reason
could
determine
anything
at
all
,
there
must
have
been
a
time
,
in
the
very
nature
of
sonship
,
when
the
Son
did
not
exist
.
In
the
nature
of
sonship
there
must
have
been
a
time
when
the
Son
commenced
to
exist
.
A
father
must
be
older
than
his
son
.
To
hold
otherwise
were
a
blasphemy
and
a
belittlement
of
God
.
